Enki's revelation about Alula

The campfire crackled, casting dancing shadows over the tired but attentive faces of the group gathered in the heart of Calakmul. Enki's revelation about Alula and the lost philosophy of the Anunnaki had left a deep impression, a mixture of melancholy for a path not taken and faint inspiration.

Enki gazed into the fire for a moment, as if weighing the weight of even older secrets. Then he looked at the group, his golden eyes glowing with a strange, almost confessional light.

"There is something else about Alula," he said, his voice dropping to a more confidential, almost conspiratorial tone. "A... deliberate distortion, imposed on our official annals, in the very way we were taught to speak of him, of his legacy."

He paused, and everyone's attention sharpened.

"By edict of Anu, my father, and in order to... minimize the resonance of his dissident teachings among the younger generations of Nibiru, to dilute the impact of his defiance of the established agenda, we were ordered, under penalty of severe sanctions, to refer to Alula in the feminine."

A murmur of surprise ran through the group. Aria exchanged a disbelieving glance with Merlin.

"Alula was, in fact, male," Enki continued, his voice firm now, as if crossing that threshold of revelation had lifted a burden from him. "A prince of radiant intellect and spirit, whose values ​​of harmony, co-creation, and respect for emerging consciousness directly challenged the expansionist and resource-exploiting agenda pushed by Anu, and which my brother Enlil embraced with almost religious fervor. Alula argued that our destiny as an advanced race was not to dominate, but to nurture; not to extract, but to seed consciousness."

"Feminizing him in the official narrative of our culture, a deeply patriarchal culture in its power structures at the time," Enki explained with a tinge of bitterness, "was an insidious way of stripping his ideas of the 'seriousness' or 'threat' they represented to the Nibiru establishment. They sought to make him appear as a 'dreamer,' a 'soft idealist,' whose philosophies were more suited to a consort or a priestess of forgotten temples, rather than the formidable philosophical and political contender he truly was, a direct rival to Anu's vision for the Anunnaki future."

"I tell you this," Enki said, his gaze meeting Aria's, then Quetzal's and Merlin's, "because here, in this place of ancient earthly power, Calakmul, and before beings who clearly seek the truth beyond imposed illusions and cosmic hierarchies, I feel that my father's ancient edict has lost its hold on my conscience. Or perhaps... perhaps it is simply that Alula's truth, his true self, deserves to be known and honored, even if by a few in this besieged corner of the cosmos, especially now as we face horrors born of the ambition and imbalance he so feared."

The Anunnaki stood a little taller, as if removing an invisible yoke. "Alula was not alone in his convictions. He had devoted followers among the Anunnaki—scientists, artists, philosophers, even some members of the military wing who yearned for a higher purpose than mere conquest and subjugation."

"Following his... final marginalization from the Council of Elders of Nibiru, and the systematic suppression of his teachings, many of his faithful were purged, exiled to distant colonies, or silenced forever. Some of the exiles, in an act of final defiance and eternal remembrance, traveled to your neighboring world, the one you call Mars, when it still retained a tenuous atmosphere and vestiges of liquid water. There, with the last of their technology and their waning art, using tools of focused energy, they carved his face into the face of a vast plateau in the region of Cydonia. A silent monument, oriented toward the stars, so that his memory and his true face would not be lost in the sands of time or in the chronicles rewritten by Anu."

The mention of the "Face of Mars" provoked a new murmur. What had been a curiosity for Earthbound astronomers, a pareidolia, now took on a cosmic and tragic significance.

"And yes," Enki's voice grew heavy, laden with ancient pain. "Many Anunnaki died for their loyalty to Alula and his vision. There were... internal conflicts. Idealistic rebellions brutally put down by Enlil's legions. Silent executions in council chambers. The price of defying Anu's edict and my brother's relentless ambition was astronomically high. The 'peace' and 'unity' of the Anunnaki Empire, of which my father boasted so much, were built on the blood and silence of those who dreamed of a different path, a path of light and harmony."

Enki's confession painted an even bleaker and more complex portrait of the Anunnaki. They were not a monolithic force, but a civilization with its own martyrs, its own

Idealistic rebellions brutally crushed, their own truths suppressed. Alula now emerged not only as a forgotten philosopher, but as a symbol of resistance against tyranny, whose memory had been deliberately distorted.

Aria felt a deep surge of empathy for this Alula, a being whose spirit seemed to resonate with the new magic awakening within her. Merlin and Quetzal exchanged glances laden with meaning; Alula's story was an echo of countless struggles for truth and justice across the ages and worlds. Even Dracula seemed to process the information with a new layer of his former cynicism, recognizing the tactics of empires to crush dissent.

Enki's revelation, an act of defiance of his own lineage and his father's orders, had added another crucial piece to the cosmic puzzle. The fight for Earth was not just against external monsters; It was also a reflection of ancient internal struggles, of suppressed truths and of the eternal battle between domination and harmony.