A fracture split the night sky, flooding the earth below with piercing light as two figures descended, shadows coalescing into human form. The air crackled, heavy with power, as they materialized on the barren ground, their once-glorious forms now bound by mortal bodies. The woman’s eyes flickered with a knowing fire, while the man staggered, disoriented, feeling the weight of limitation for the first time. Around them, the ground trembled, rippling with the echo of their fallen divinity.
The man blinked, eyes adjusting to this new, murky atmosphere, a faint unease darkening his once-fathomless gaze. He searched his memories, finding gaps where clarity once reigned. He looked at his companion, his brow creased with confusion.
“What happened? Why can’t I remember everything?” He asked, his voice laced with frustration.
The woman looked at him with an understanding, almost sad smile, as if she’d anticipated his question. Her own essence, though diminished, held the echo of their celestial past—a radiance that hadn’t entirely faded, even here. She knew it would take him time to accept their new limitations, but time was a luxury they could ill afford. She moved closer, choosing her words carefully.
"You descended too quickly." she explained, her voice a gentle, knowing whisper. "Something destroyed our dimension. In our haste, some memories—some of us—were fractured."
He shook his head in disbelief, looking down at his hands as if they belonged to someone else. "I was eternal, boundless... and now I feel nothing but this shell, fragile and constrained. We are…human?"
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"In form, yes. In knowledge and power? Severely limited," she replied, her tone carrying a note of regret. "This world... it imposed its rules on us. These bodies limit our reach, our influence." She paused, glancing around at the strange mortal landscape, shadows flickering from the dim, earthly light. "But that doesn’t mean we cannot reclaim what we lost."
"Are we the only ones?" he asked.
"Few believed me. Even you were reluctant," she replied, her voice already heated.
The man’s confusion began to harden into resolve. "Then what do we do? What we are now—it’s not enough."
The woman nodded, her eyes narrowing with the fierce determination that once lit entire worlds aflame. “We may have been severed from it, but I can still feel its pull, a faint echo of our lost power.” She looked at him, her expression growing intense. "If we find a clue to what happened, perhaps we can regain some of what’s been taken."
He glanced at the ground, clenching his fists. “And these humans? They are the ones who wielded this power against us? Do we leave them unchecked?”
"Unchecked?" She gave a humorless laugh. "They are ants who stumbled upon a spark of the divine. Once we retake what’s ours, they will pose no threat. But for now... " She placed a hand on his shoulder, grounding him. "We need to tread carefully. We can’t approach this with all the force we once had. Not yet. We must learn the limits of these bodies and understand how far our powers can reach here."
He nodded slowly, though a trace of frustration still lingered. Every cell of his being felt the need to rage against this fate, to tear through this veil of mortality. But her steady gaze calmed him and reminded him of the purpose that had brought them here. He took a deep breath, relishing the strange feeling of air filling his lungs.
“We begin now, then,” he said, meeting her eyes with a new determination. "Until we reclaim what was lost, we adapt, we learn. We will find those responsible—and remind them what gods truly are."
Her smile returned, a quiet promise in her eyes. "Yes," she agreed. "They will remember."