Time since the asteroid hit Earth: ~5.71 billion years (subjective to Aryan)
After creating life shaped by joy, unity, and even suffering, Aryan asked a haunting question:
> "What becomes of a species that has no past? No memory. No yesterday. Can identity survive the void of remembrance?"
> "Forgetfulness as a design feature? Bold move," Light God smirked, now dressed as a confused librarian flipping empty pages.
On the ocean world of **Veyra**, Aryan sculpted the **Selari** — beings of fluid crystal and mist, whose minds were wiped clean with every sunrise.
Every dawn, they awoke as **strangers**.
No names.
No history.
No inheritance.
Just instincts… and curiosity.
At first, the Selari wandered aimlessly — building structures only to abandon them the next day, greeting each other with confusion again and again.
> "Like goldfish with legs," Light God chuckled, sipping forget-me-not tea.
But something strange happened.
The Selari, unaware of yesterday, began **carving symbols** onto their skin — circles, waves, marks that *meant nothing consciously*, but felt necessary.
By chance, a Selari traced the symbol on another's arm and smiled.
The next day, they did it again.
They did not *remember* why.
They simply **felt** it.
The marks grew elaborate — messages to a self they could never meet.
Structures appeared that no Selari could explain — temples filled with blank tablets, gardens of unknown purpose.
Each act of creation carried **intent without memory**.
> "It's instinct trying to write history on the soul itself," Aryan mused.
One Selari, whom Aryan named **Io**, began building a tower every day — higher and higher — never recalling why.
One morning, she reached the top and found… **herself**.
In the tower's summit mirror, her symbols reflected back.
A silent gasp escaped her lips.
> *"I know this..."* she whispered, without knowing why.
The next dawn, she forgot.
But the **tower remained**.
And so did the sense of reaching for something greater.
> "They've birthed tradition," Aryan said in awe. "Without memory, they invented legacy."
> "Proof that even emptiness can shape form," Light God grinned, flipping through an invisible diary. "They remember... by building."
In time, the Selari's world became a labyrinth of unexplained wonders — signs, structures, patterns passed unknowingly across generations.
They had no history.
And yet… they *had a future*.
Aryan smiled gently.
> "Call this chapter: The Nameless Dawn. Because forgetting… is not the same as being lost."
> "And hope," Light God added, "always leaves fingerprints."
— End of Chapter 29