Chapter II: The Children of Confusion

Thus were born the children of confusion, shattered by a fabricated discontent. They were fed a grand delusion and taught to bow to a borrowed crown. Pale guardians—like leukocytes in the bloodstream—overtook the lineage, a story never explained, never redeemed. A million breaths, a million beating hearts, were bartered into bondage. They were traded to raise the infrastructure of empires that had already seized the brilliant brands from our ancestors’ hands—the knowledge of the Moors, the strategy of Hannibal. And when the wars of Europe raged, east, south, and west, their borrowed greatness was built upon this plundered foundation. Our architecture, our philosophies, our science and art—all were fruits from a more ancient and divine tree.

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