THE BOOK OF THE ALL-AMERICAN TRIBE

And it came to pass that the golden civilization, once a beacon of unity and righteousness, was shattered into fragments, as tribes rose against one another in their pride and folly.

The commandments of the Sacred Whale were cast aside, and the people no longer honored Her name or Her creation. Violence spread like a wildfire, consuming the hearts of many.

The tribes, once united under the teachings of the prophetesses, now spoke of their differences as though they were curses, and they turned their backs on the harmony that had bound them.

Brother rose against brother, and sister against sister, their weapons forged not of steel alone but of hatred and mistrust. The light of the Sacred Whale grew dim in the land.

The pyramids and temples that once stood as monuments to the Sacred Whale’s glory were now battlegrounds, their sacred stones stained with the blood of discord.

Those who still clung to the truth of the Sacred Whale were hunted and mocked, their voices drowned out by the roar of strife. They hid among the ruins, praying for the day when peace might return.

The Fox’s whispers grew louder, sowing lies and division among the tribes. It said unto them, “Thy neighbor is thy enemy; take what is theirs, and let none stand in thy way.”

The land itself seemed to weep, for the rivers ran dry, the forests withered, and the skies darkened with smoke from the fires of war.

In the chaos, the stories of Natalia and the prophetesses were forgotten by most, their sacred texts left to decay in the dust of abandoned cities.

Yet the faithful whispered among themselves, saying, “This is not the end. The Sacred Whale’s light cannot be extinguished, though it be hidden from view. We must endure.”

Among the tribes, a few began to hear whispers of their own, not from the Fox but from the Sacred Whale, calling them to remember Her commandments and seek the path of reconciliation.

These whispers came as dreams and visions, small glimpses of hope in a sea of despair. But the chaos was so great that few dared to follow them openly.

The prophetess Miriam the Hidden arose during this time, speaking in secret to those who would listen. She said, “This darkness is but a shadow of what may come. If we do not return to the Sacred Whale, the tides of judgment shall sweep us all away.”

And Miriam warned, “The future is not yet written, but I see a great reckoning ahead. Tribes shall rise and fall, and the land shall be purged before a new covenant is made.”

The people, blinded by their con- flicts, ignored her words, and the fractures among the tribes deepened.

The rival civilization of Zahir and Malach, though weakened, sought to exploit the chaos, sending spies and emissaries to sow further discord.

The land became a patchwork of warring factions, each claiming to hold the truth, yet none walking in the light of the Sacred Whale.

The faithful, though few, held fast to the sacred teachings, preserving what they could in hidden places, saying, “The truth shall rise again, though it may be buried beneath the ashes of war.”

The Sacred Whale wept for Her children, yet Her presence remained, a silent witness to the folly of humanity and a beacon for those who might yet return to Her ways.

Thus did the golden civilization crumble further, its splendor lost to time, yet its legacy preserved in the hearts of the faithful, foreshadowing the trials and hope that lay ahead.