For some reason, the state of humanity has always been a captive of a single, unique question, no matter the era or the place: how can they evolve, and how can this race ascend the pyramid of beings? This question reverberated not only in the minds of humans themselves, but in the minds of other races who saw them in a state of deliberate descent, a marginalization compared to all other creatures. They believed that this weak, ignorant being was capable of reaching a different level, a higher one, if only it were given a chance and granted what it lacked. If you were to trace the paths of history with me, you would find that no one ever possessed the answer to this question. For the tale that was created to answer it was nothing but ink on the pages of a record of a great catastrophe, brought into being not by the ignorance of humans, as your assumption might lead you to believe, but by the curiosity of the rulers themselves. That opportunity granted to humanity was but a new form of torment. Only the one who endured it knew the answer, yet he remained unable to speak it, for it was too realistic to be believed.
The dream of humanity's development then centered on another, single question: is it science or power that humans need in order to ascend? A question even more ridiculous than the first. And although both options were two faces of a single coin, dipped in the very fires of this era—the beginning of a catastrophe—each face nevertheless drew a different path for humanity in its length and its course, forged into a clear and unique story that taught us the effect of that change upon them. And though this experiment was corrupt to the core, illogical, and unjust—an entirely unscientific experiment, tainted by variables from races and powers whose influence could not be measured—I lied when I said it did not grant us an answer. In fact, if you were a sane, modern-day human, too lazy to embark on a journey into the unknown, you might have realized it yourself before you even knew the events of this story. For the answer, despite being born from the womb of imagination, was too realistic to be believed. And for that very reason, it never crossed the mind of any being. They refused to accept that an answer of such simplicity could be the price of an experiment of such grandeur.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
The novel contains some mythical beliefs or erroneous philosophies which you can simply avoid delving into, as they are only meant to support the novel's fictional world and to reflect the characters' points of view about it. It may also contain some phrases with indirect sexual meanings, although I have avoided them entirely. For this reason, I do not recommend this type of story for younger ages.
Note: This Novel was originally written in Arabic and translated into English with assistance of Google Gemini 2.5 Pro AI Model.