bring fourth our ancestor to show us the origin.

It opened it's eyes to find itself sitting in a vast and unending desert.as It stood up it looked around. this vast, unending desert looked like it really could go on forever.on a hill in front of It, stood two tall pillars, one taller than the other and had a long cloth banner tied to the octagonal hole at the top.once the traveller got it's bearings It climbed up the hill, only glancing at the stones before beholding a giant, split-peaked mountain.It slid down the hill to find, about 10 yards away, a glowing mark floating in the air.It was compelled to touch the floating glyph, not only through curiosity, but also through a sense that it wasn't complete.as It drew near, the glyph radiated some warmth. reaching out with it's billowing cloak, It touched the glph, only for it to break apart and swirl around Ituntil a tugging feeling on the back of It's cowl caused It to look behind it. the glyph, once a floating symbol in the air, was now a part of It's cloak, in the form of a flapping scarf, no longer than your forearm would be.just as It thought the word, It started to fly. only three seconds passed before It started to gently descend. It wanted to find all the glyphs so it could fly endlessly. eventually, after some walking around, It came upon a ruin, maybe a open air temple of some sort?It tried to touch the second glyph, but It didn't touch it, though the moving air from the leap seemed to be just enough to break it.the broken pieces of the glyph stitched themselves onto the end of It's scarf, now as long as the full length of an arm. climbing to the top of a broken platform, there were four long, tattered lengths of cloth that seemed to hold a grate closed. having learned how to somewhat speak, It's first instinct was to try and talk to the cloth, for some strange and unexplainable reason."chiiiiirp!" It said, with It's thoughts poured into this one sound, the cloth regenerated their missing threads, then disappeared. the grate opened, only to release smaller scraps of cloth into the air, floating and flying of their own accord. once again It felt like it needed to talk to the tiny cloths."cherp!" It said, all the pieces flew around It, lifting It off the ground and moved him over a large gap separating the platform and a ledge that was disconnected from the platform and the rest of the temple years ago. where the cloth swarm dropped It there was a statue, about 3 feet taller than It standing in the middle of the ledge, flanked on both sides by what appeared to be smaller stones, like the two on the hill. they had inscriptions on them, forming something like an alien sentence from a language long forgotten. after pacing for what felt like hours, It brushed one of the stones, causing the symbol on it to light up.It then ran and touched all the stones, It didn't realize this before, but after the first stone was touched a very quiet chant started happening in his head. with each stone activated the chanting grew louder, a new word being added with each new symbol lit."chiirrrp!" as the sound rang through the stones, all the symbols lifted off of them and shattered, with every piece converging on one circle in front of the large statue. It was so focused on the newly formed ring of light, It didn't notice the statue moved. The Ancestor let out a very loud chirp, spilling the history of how it's people came to be, how the mountain formed the Valley, and gave birth the the very first length of cloth. after the Ancestor's tale was done, it backed away and turned back into an inanimate statue.the circle faded and the shards flew to a large iron bar door, opening it with some supernatural force. It ran through, now set on travelling to the mountain, to find out what caused the Valley to regress into a barren desert.