[1] I lived for several hundred years, traveling across the world. I’ve wandered through vast deserts and scaled many mountain ranges. I visited lands where the people’s eyes are long and narrow, and from there, I bid farewell to the Han and journeyed into a realm of endless winter. For a long time, I regretted entering this desolate land, but eventually, I emerged into a wide expanse of plains.
In this region, I encountered people with long hair, broad noses, and deep-set eyes. They were kind, guiding me southward through dense jungles. I wandered through these jungles until I reached the southernmost tip of the world. After many years, I returned to the great plains, deciding that my travels had been enough.
I asked a local tribe if I could build a home, and they led me to land that belonged to no one. It was there that I met the Bullfrogi. Beneath the surface world, they had built a remarkable civilization, and from them, I learned much about the heavens and the stars.
The Bullfrogi spoke of a spacefaring civilization known as the Federation. However, when I shared my diary, recounting my experiences with Jesi, they grew anxious. They explained that Jesi had been influenced by a great enemy of the universe… the men who always wear black.
Now, I am old and weary. I entrust this diary to the Bullfrogi, for they have promised to protect its knowledge and share it with my people when the time is right.
I don’t know you, dear reader, but I beg you to share what I have recorded here. Do not let humanity fall once again into religious slavery, deceived by false gods. We did not understand before that other beings exist in the universe who wield tools of unimaginable power and possess superior biological abilities.
We can become like them, but only if we open our eyes to the truth.
– Zaba Volsci
[1] Diary of Miracles (Jesi Saga)
This story is part of a collection of narrative entries, eyewitness records, and sacred illustrations documenting the rise and fall of the false god known as Jesi. This account spans many pages and includes artistic depictions and individual miracle stories recorded by a witness whose voice grows ever more strained under the weight of truth.
This story is part of one continuous chronicle. Treat each section as a chapter within the same diary. Each page is part of a fragmented gospel of a false messiah, exposed through the steady hand of one who dared to witness.
As you read, keep in mind that this is not a story of salvation. It is a cautionary record, and like all cautionary tales, its lesson may arrive only after it’s too late.
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