Al gathered the people and found a massive tree, commanding them to strip the bark from the tree.
The faces of the crowd showed confusion, no one knew what the Prophet intended to do or why they had been assembled there, so they began to ask other priests, but even the priests did not understand, not even Yarlessto knew what his father wanted to do.
Before long, the bark of the massive tree had been stripped away, revealing an expanse of the light brown trunk, Al picked up the ashes from the burnt flames, he extended his hand and smeared it on the trunk.
Following his memory, he drew a simple circle on the trunk and then added three lines around the circle.
The people of Logos watched as Al smeared on the trunk, and they couldn't help but feel it was novel and strange; they saw the pattern and felt it was some sort of sign, wanting to express something. It was as if beasts leave scratches and dig holes to denote their territory.
Al still faced the trunk, he twisted up more embers and sketched the shape of a mountain beneath the original pattern.
Only then did Al turn around, proclaiming in a solemn voice,
"People,"
"This is light, light atop the high mountains, God is light."
The people looked up at the pattern on the trunk, these patterns bore a simple resemblance to the images in their memory, and with the Prophet's words echoing in their minds, they had a moment of enlightenment.
The Prophet, upon the giant tree, described God's revelation.
Al didn't stop there; the Prophet pinched more embers and smeared them vigorously on either side of "light."
When he paused for a moment, from a distance one could see that on both sides it was pitch black, bringing out the "light" in the middle, as if the darkness was being dissipated by the "light."
"In the beginning, God separated the darkness, and thus light emerged in the world."
The Prophet narrated God's revelation with calm words.
The surrounding people of Logos looked at the drawings on the trunk; previously, they could only imagine the miracles of God through oral tradition, but now, as the Prophet narrated God's revelation and depicted it, they formed grandiose scenes in their minds, anchored by the illustrations.
It was hard to imagine that the heavens and the earth were once lost in the dark chaos, until... the emergence of God...
The grand story of God's creation presented itself before the eyes of the Logos people, and from then on, it was understood and tirelessly praised and passed down by them.
Their hands trembling, the people let out an overwhelmingly excited cry as the Prophet sketched the next drawing, wherein the embers-made picture held a power that stirred the soul.
Finally, after half a day, the Prophet had recounted on several giant trees the revelations God had given to mankind.
Al faced the extremely excited people, his forehead dripping with sweat, smiling at the completion of a great deed.
"People, you must know, this is the story of God. If the words you hear do not match those on the giant tree, then you have been deceived."
Under the guidance of the Prophet, the people of Logos examined the drawings on the great trees over and over again, each time cross-referencing with Al's narration.
People looked at the patterns on the giant tree with amazement; today, the people of Logos, and even the entire Logos Kingdom, vaguely realized that these patterns could not only record God's revelations but also the past of the entire civilization.
With the birth of painting, the prehistoric era's skyscraping giant trees would now bear the weight of an entire civilization.
As the founder, Prophet Al understood the significance behind painting more than anyone else.
Therefore, in order not to let people misinterpret God's revelations again, Al declared to the people: only priests could depict the stories of God.
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Painting brought about an unprecedented change to the people of Logos.
Once it came into this world, the people of Logos were overjoyed.
In the past, the people of Logos could only rely on oral tradition to narrate hunting experiences, legendary stories, news from all directions, and their own life stories.
In that process, many things either vanished with the passage of memory or were distorted by the rise of rumors.
But now, all of the past was to be changed.
Various types of paintings appeared on the massive tree trunks, within the muddy soil, and on the dry hard walls; the people of Logos Kingdom left their traces of drawing wherever they roamed.
Countless beasts in the world left traces, but only the people of Logos used paintings to describe their lives.
The king of the people of Logos, the Sapo King, delighted in the emergence of painting.
"Al, how should I reward you?"
The Sapo King summoned his brother into the palace.
Al looked at the Sapo seated on the throne, and after pondering for a moment, said,
"My brother the King, I would like to build an altar on a high mountain."
"Of course, we should indeed build a new altar."
Not only did the Sapo King agree, but in an instant, he made many more decisions:
"That altar shall be built on the mountain summit, and it's not just an altar... A city shall be erected atop the high mountain; my throne shall move to the place nearest to God.
You should know that I was the first to receive language, and my throne rightly belongs there."
"My brother the King, there is no need for the mountain summit; the mountain foot would suffice."
Al did not agree with the Sapo King's decision, instead presenting his own dissent.
"Al, what are you thinking? A city standing on a tall mountain is not only a spectacle for people to behold but also a display of the Logos people's kingdom to God."
Hearing Al's opposition, the Sapo King furrowed his brow and intensified his tone.
For some reason, since Al was called the Prophet, the Sapo King often felt restless and uneasy.
It was as if… the leader of the Logos civilization, the spiritual leader of the Logos people, no longer belonged to him alone from the moment Al was named the Prophet.
The Sapo King thought,
Al was the Prophet, the bearer of divine messages.
And as the first man to receive language, was he not also a chosen one?
It was just that God had not yet made it manifest.
"My brother the King,"
At that moment, Al's voice interrupted the Sapo King's thoughts.
Only to hear Al speak in an even tone,
"The best place for man is at the mountain foot, not the summit."
"The summit is where God stands, not where man should stand. Are we to replace God's place with a city made by man?"
Al's words were so reasonable that they left no room for rebuttal in that instant.
After hearing this, the Sapo King was immediately at a loss for words.
That's how people are, speechlessness can in an instant turn into anger, which either erupts immediately, with bouts of swearing or accumulates, deeply buried in the soil of the spirit.
The Sapo King stared hard at Al, his face exuding an authority that was beyond the reach of ordinary men.
Al remained calm; he had seen the face of God, how could he fear man.
At last, faced with Al's words, the Sapo King still restrained himself, snorting before saying,
"Do as you say, Prophet Al."
The Sapo King used such an estranged tone, causing Al to briefly show surprise, but he did not overthink it and simply responded before retiring from the palace.