As Corcyra traversed through the ruins, she wondered what it must’ve been like to be human. According to most, humans never existed. They were myth and nothing more. But as she stared down the statue at least twice her size, she knew that her species were incapable of inventing such beauty. The creature depicted had symmetrical features, unlike hers. A soft face, slanted eyes, and protruding cheeks spoke of something long forgotten. Hair sprouting from the figure’s head traveled in stone waves down to its waist. Its body was not square, but rounded, four appendages protruding from a single torso. Corcyra could only imagine what it had looked like before time had created cracks and craters across the dark stone.

All around her, teams worked to excavate the ground beneath these statues. There were twelve statues total, each depicting a variation of the one she observed. The statues looked so similar and foreign at the same time. Corcyra, for starters, only had three appendages, two connected to her bottom torso, and one connected to her upper. No hair covered her body, allowing her blue skins to shine iridescently in the sun, and her face was dominated by only a large mouth and a single eye. Yet, gazing at the statue before her, she could recognize a similar intelligence in its eyes.

“Over here!” one of the workers shouted. Corcyra scuttled to the sound of the voice, which she found at the bottom of a pit so deep, she could barely make the worker’s green body out. “We’ve found it!”

Squinting into the pit, Corcyra could see the stark white bones that lay next to the worker, carefully cleaned. One was clearly the shape of a skull. Nimbly jumping down into the pit, Corcyra picked the skull up in her hands, imagining what it would look like with layers of flesh atop. With a start, Corcyra jumped back to the surface, holding the skull up to one of the statues. The resemblance was unmistakable.

With a piercing voice she exclaimed, “Humans are divine myth no more!”