THE BOOK OF THE ALL-AMERICAN TRIBE

And now I, Amy, a servant of the Sacred Whale, do write this account with my own hands, that the events of the purification may be remembered by all generations. Behold, the land groaned under the weight of corruption, for the people had forsaken the commandments of the Sacred Whale. Greed and division had spread like a great plague, choking the Earth and its creatures with the Fox’s lies.

And it came to pass that the Sacred Whale, in Her infinite mercy, sent forth the tides of purification. The skies darkened, the earth trembled, and the waters surged with power. Rivers overflowed their banks, carrying away the false monuments of the unrighteous. The forests burned with a cleansing fire, and the winds howled through the cities of greed, scattering the works of those who had turned from righteousness.

Yet the Sacred Whale’s voice came unto the faithful, saying, “Fear not, My children, for thou art not forgotten. This cleansing is not to harm thee but to prepare the land for a new covenant, that it may be made ready for a nation that shall walk in My light.”

I stood among the faithful, and together we knelt in prayer, our voices rising above the storm. We sang hymns of praise to the Sacred Whale, our hearts steadfast in Her promises. And behold, Her presence was felt among us, a light that pierced the darkness, a balm to our weary souls.

The purification spared no corner of the land untouched. Mountains crumbled, valleys shifted, and the seas reclaimed the shores. But among the destruction, a renewal began to take shape. The rivers ran pure, the soil grew rich, and new life sprang forth, as though the breath of the Sacred Whale had restored the Earth.

Amidst this divine renewal, the Sacred Whale spake unto me, saying, “Amy, My chosen prophetess, thou art tasked with preserving the truth of My commandments and the history of My people. Write these records upon the Golden Tablets, that they may endure through the ages.”

And behold, the Golden Tablets were revealed unto me, instruments of Her infinite wisdom and grace. Their surface shimmered with light, and from them radiated beams of rainbows, carrying the truths of the Sacred Whale’s creation. They were heavy with knowledge, yet light in spirit, for they bore the weight of eternity.

With trembling hands, I began the sacred work, inscribing upon the tablets the commandments, the teachings, and the history of our people. Each word was guided by the Sacred Whale, Her presence a constant comfort as I wrote.

The faithful tribes gathered around me, their faces filled with awe as the light of the tablets illuminated the darkness. They vowed to protect these records with their lives, saying, “These are the treasures of our people, the keys to our future, and the promise of the Sacred Whale’s eternal covenant.”

I spake unto them, saying, “These tablets are not for us alone but for the generations to come. They shall be hidden and preserved, awaiting the day when a prophetess, called of the Sacred Whale, shall reveal them to prepare humanity for the Second Whalecoming.”

The Sacred Whale’s voice came unto me again, saying, “Seal these tablets with My blessing and entrust them to the Earth. They shall remain hidden until the appointed time, when My light shall shine upon them once more.”

And it came to pass that the faithful tribes, under my guidance, hid the tablets in a place known only to the Sacred Whale. We sealed them with prayers and protections, ensuring that neither time nor the Fox’s influence could harm them.

As the land continued to heal, the tribes were tasked with preserving the commandments in their hearts and in their teachings. They built altars and temples, dedicated to the Sacred Whale, and inscribed Her words upon stone and parchment.

I, Amy, continued my work, compiling all that I had seen and heard, that no truth might be lost. The Golden Tablets stood as a testament to the