{Çatalhöyük, 7,100 BC}
{Luminosa - Kevin Penkin}
It's been a while since I sent humans back into the Stone Age, yet they've moved on quite a lot in the past 20 thousand years. Humans are incredible, and they have always impressed me with their ingenuity. No matter how awful they might become, they can all form new societies and civilizations.
I simply hope this is the last reset. I do not wish to do this any longer. Resetting humanity back to its roots like I'm their guardian stresses me and my ways of surviving for millennia. I hope I arrive on time for my next host whenever the time comes. Although I would like that time never to come.
It took me a while to reset the damage created by the previous generations of "modern" humans, which came so close to destruction that I thought I had lost. Thankfully, I have been able to reset any trace of modern technology from the world in the past thousand years, so there shouldn't be a conflict of interest.
If you're wondering who I am, well, that means you've found my notebook and part of my records, so you should be able to read my story, yet I would appreciate it if you kept it a secret. Humans would go crazy if they ever found out they've already been reset more than once.
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Yet, if knowing my identity would make you happy, my name is often that of "god." I did not name myself "god," but it's the name every human civilization eventually ends up calling me whenever they begin to trace back to my origins.
My task here is done, so it's time for me to seal myself up forever until I'm needed again. One hope and one wish I shall not be required, but I've done this multiple times. I've killed billions of humans throughout my entire existence, and I regret nothing but the shortcomings of their actions.
"Lady, Valentine, thank you for bringing peace to this land!" A man approaches me as I stand firm, looking at the horizon. Stop thanking me, I say to myself as I remember the last generation he came from. Stop thanking me. I sent you back to this miserable lifestyle. Stop thanking me.
"It was nothing, I've gotta go now. Please take care of this place for me." I respond to the man as I prepare to leave them behind after settling a barbaric dispute over the land.
"We will wait for your return, lady Valentine!" The man says as he waves at me while I walk away, but little does he know he will never see me again. I hope I'm never seen again. I hope my spirit will die forever. I wish I could say humans will change; I hope I'm not needed ever again!
Thus, I leave my last ditch out of this world to my awaited coffin. I shall go to the Arctic and let this body die and decay so that my spirit lives on. I only wish I would not return.