A cosmic court has condemned humanity.
Seven immortal witnesses return to the dawn of civilization to prove — or disprove — its worth.

Most fall. Power twists them into tyrants, idols, and architects of sterile utopias.

Only one chooses another path.

Across centuries, Enki walks among mortals unseen, planting knowledge instead of monuments, nurturing fragile lives instead of controlling them. He learns that meaning is not found in eternal empires, but in fleeting acts of grace — a hand lifted from mud, a garden built from flood-ruins, a child taught to listen to water.

His defense is not glory.
It is tenderness.
It is persistence.
It is humanity’s quiet refusal to stop loving, even knowing all things end.

A mythic tale about time, loss, and choosing to build anyway.

[Beneath the myth and the science fiction lies a simple, stubborn claim:
this is not just a story.
Enki was born in 2850 BC and has been carrying the memory ever since.
The names are changed, the years shifted, the moons given new orbits,
yet the resurrection happened, the desert temptation was real, the stone rolled away,
and the Judge has been reigning ever since.
Everything else — the Scrapbook, the 0.3%, the blind spot in the machine —
is simply the record of those who kept looking up while the world looked down.
Most have forgotten there is a sky vaster than any mind can hold,
that Earth is a gift, not a possession,
that God drew no borders and the birds still fly free without passports.
Read it as fiction if you like.
Some books are written so the truth can reach the few who still have ears to hear.
This is one of them.]


2025 Mark Casa Nova (Original)

You may share, translate, adapt, illustrate, animate, film, or perform this work freely — even commercially — on one unbreakable condition:
Do not change the lesson.
The resurrection happened.
The stone was rolled away.
Grace is real, borders are not, and the birds still fly free.
Everything else — style, medium, language — is yours to play with.
The core is not.

That’s all I ask.
[Mark K. Carlos]

The pamphlet was cheaply printed, its ink smudged. Leviathan. Enki read it in a single, chilling night by a guttering candle. Thomas Hobbes's argument was a syllogism of despair: Man is a wolf to man. Life is solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short. Therefore, surrender all freedom to the absolute sovereign. The monster of the state is the only cure for the monster within.


It was Kur's philosophy, given a logical skeleton. The cage was not a prison; it was a sanctuary from humanity's own monstrous nature. Enki looked out his window at the dark, rain-slicked streets. He saw fear in every face, a fear Hobbes was teaching them to embrace, to make them ask for their chains.


Scrapbook Entry: "He is teaching them the most insidious lie: that the cage is not for their punishment, but for their protection. He is making them afraid of their own reflection, so they will beg for a keeper."


Chapter 107 - The Monster and the Sovereign