They built the greatest of all gardens: the Hanging Gardens of Babylon.
This was the garden of the Bird Civilization.
And now, what remains is their final garden — at Göbekli Tepe.
A sacred memory carved in stone, a gate opening to the sky.
The last song carried by the wind, hidden like a rune between the stones.
The last rune of the Bird Civilization rests in Göbekli Tepe.
Humans did not live there.
Humans did not worship there.
Humans worked there.
Humans ran — to turn the millstones.
Humans ran — to break the ice.
Humans ran — to melt the ice into water.
Humans ran — to turn the water into fountains.
Humans ran like mice.
Both humans and the animals they tamed.
Imagine something as vast as Noah’s Ark —
constructed of wooden planks.
And turning, turning on two feet,
they danced the dances they invented —
a ritual, a circle.
As they danced,
they grew the seeds,
they melted the ice.
Fire was the gift of the birds.
And humans stole it from them — time and time again.
And time and time again,
they were punished for it.
The source of all the thoughts that have reached us as mythology, religion, and philosophy — they are the legacy of the Bird Civilization.
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