The earth, as it originally existed, was a home for humans, pure humans. These humans had no special powers, their lifespans were short and they were plagued by disease.
Still, the existence of these weak creatures fascinated the more powerful beings from other realms.
Something was enchanting about them.
Perhaps, the beauty of the humans to the powerful races was akin to the appeal of a comet or a flower.
The splendour of their existence was fleeting. And in those moments of short-lived beauty, humans would shine so bright.
Moreover, their entire existence was defined by short bouts of happiness. And they were willing to toil endlessly for just a moment of joy.
It could be said that the humans were like an interesting show to the other realms.
But as all things do, the state of affairs changed.
No one knew which race acted first.
