The Kael'Nyrin Scrolls
Our Children of Starlight
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ナレーター:
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Justin Hay
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著者:
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Russell Lutchman
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The Kael'Nyrin Scrolls: Our Children of Starlight is a fusion of speculative fiction and philosophical enquiry, positing that humanity is the product of ancient cosmic stewardship.
The story centres on the Kael'Nyrin, trans-dimensional beings of a Kardashev III society, who were master orchestrators guiding life across the cosmos. We, humanity, are their "children of starlight." Their existence is exposed when the Scrolls are found in a crystalline obelisk in the Mariana Trench.
Initial leaks were suppressed by governments, but the truth surfaces after a brilliant scientist from a secret consortium slips an encrypted USB drive to the narrator in a dim London alley, urgently whispering, "The world deserves to know." The drive contains partially decoded Scrolls and the scientist’s diary.
What unfolds is not an invasion tale, but a profound "confession of cosmic stewardship." The Kael'Nyrin's covenant was to "guide without touching." Their legacy, however, is imperfect: their messages reveal fractures, rogue interventions, and unintended ecological collapses. They offer a mirror reflecting their wisdom, failures, and humility, choosing restraint over dominance.
The consortium is shattered by these implications. The book suggests that our empathy, art, and consciousness are the echo of this ancient civilisation.
When a reckless experiment nearly destroys the consortium, the obelisk’s defensive reaction serves as a final, catastrophic lesson against power unrestrained by wisdom. The full truth remains unpublished, buried due to humanity's ongoing greed and hubris.
The final message is a plea for responsibility, a sacred warning that humanity must become not just intelligent, but worthy of the light given to us. The stage is set; the pen rests in human hands.
©2025 Russell David Lutchman (P)2025 Russell David Lutchman