Phanniemay day 11- Folklore
The effigy has stood in that place for over a thousand years.
It edges have been beaten by the elements, features becoming softer and less distinct as the years went by. Historians believe it had once been adorned with a metal plaque, long since lost to time.
After the great Crash in the late 2000’s, much of the world’s knowledge had been wiped- having been stored in an immaterial form. Records of the era it was built and the reasons to its creation are nearly nonexistent, with the little information available creating the backstory for strange and fantastical tales.
Some say it was a god, immortalized in stone for the purpose of worship. With the world in the palm of its hand the theory doesn’t seem too farfetched.
Others say it was a creature of unimaginable might, a being who sought to hide the world away from the vast cosmos- to make it untouchable and unseen to any but itself and the creatures of the world.
The strange man- boy?- who sleeps at it’s base tells a different story. A story of a boy who sought to be a hero, who tried to save the world from a piece of space itself and succeeded. He tells the story of a boy who could walk through walls, disappear, and even achieve flight by his own means. Who had become more than human by sheer accident, and who payed a steep price for his own reckless actions.
No one believed the drifter- his ratty clothes and rucksack so grimy and threadbare they seemed to be a millennium old themselves. No- his stories were the ravings of a mad man.
After all many civilizations created Gods, and myths were naught but tales that withstood the test of time.
Everyone knew superheros didn’t exist.
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