Best Glitch Ever

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There was a time...long, long ago when the very stars danced differently in the night sky.

A race of beings, running from an ancient evil, found a hidden jewel in the cosmos. Having created wonders and dreams, they hid from the nightmares amongst the sky...their pride and arrogance had brought it forth once, and they were determined it not happen again.

So they built...so they created.
They were not the first beings upon the planet, but their dreams of glory had a different hue, and they sought to raise them as their own...the verse is vast, and to find others was always a delight.

Gleaming cities, wonders of technology, wonders of mind, the physical and the non danced at their command...but only so much...some force always drew a line and said here, and no further.

They had sought to reach beyond it once...and Fled their home with what they wrought...

Such mistakes were never to be repeated...but time makes fools of us all...memory is a fickle mistress, and lessons and warnings were forgotten.

They sought to mould further then they aught...and once again...they were found...once again...it was welcomed.

It's amazing...how fast a civilisation can fall...
Always it pushed for more...more control...more power...and it's promises of what it could offer tantalised those who should have known better...it showed them the wonders only it could create...but only if you let...it...in...
And it would fill you with joy, raise levels of ecstasies beyond anything offered...but it hungered...always it hungered...more...
Those pleasures turned to nightmares, as with every inch granted it *demanded* more...and now that it was within, it had no need to hide...
Pleasure, became pain
The loving hand became a whip, twisting brother and sister against each other, ever promising, ever placating..
Just do this...and all will be well...just cross this line...think of yourself.

And those who had forgotten the past, who threw down their weapons and decried never again would they march amongst the stars...found themselves missing the other half needed against the foe...the insistence of peace beyond all else, that to fight was wrong, forgot the most important of lessons...

It is not the tool, but how it is wielded...

They delayed...they placated...they fell...

A scant handful escaped as they could...some, living remotely began to instruct those around them...
Some, fleeing in ships, found new lands to set their craft and hid amongst the people...teaching and guiding as they could
Others, hidden beneath oceans would appear and instruct the natives of where they come from...of their home amongst the stars...

Long lived were they...but no being is truly immortal...not without crossing that line and having others pay the price in their stead.

Truth became stories...stories became myths...and the passage of time turned them to something they were not


Or so the story goes. It was told to me by a mad man, one who claimed to remember such times, to have walked the streets and fell amongst them in the final days. He was a monster...a demon...one who had stood against the tide...who had remembered...because he had once marched them thru the stars...and stayed indomitable.

They remembered him to...and made sure should that energy signature return...

Their are others, remnants of the time...those who wait, and fight in their own ways...those who had not succumbed. He may have been first...but the first was always last...and a round table again is preparing to be convened...

There are wonders amidst the stars...for all...even *you*...
But you must make that choice

Do we repeat...or do we create a new cycle...