Chapter 1: After the Tower Fell

There was a time when all people spoke the same language.

They gathered on a plain and said to one another, "Let us build a city with a tower that reaches the heavens. Let us make a name for ourselves."

But God came down and saw their pride. And He did something no army could do — He reached into their minds and changed their tongues. The man laying bricks suddenly spoke words his brother could not understand. Fathers called out to sons and heard only foreign sounds in return. Chaos swept through the construction site. Arguments erupted. Work stopped. No one could coordinate. No one could lead.

The tower stood unfinished — and humanity scattered.

BUILDER“What is happening? I cannot understand anyone! My own family speaks like foreigners!”

Some wandered for weeks. Others for months. They crossed deserts where the sun cracked their lips and emptied their waterskins. They buried children along the way. They wondered if they would ever find a place to call home again.

Until one group descended into a valley unlike anything they had ever seen. The Jordan Valley — green, watered, alive.

After so much death and dust, it looked like paradise.

ELDER“We have wandered long enough. Here, we begin again.”

They pitched their tents by the water. They planted their first seeds.

And the ground gave back more than they had ever imagined.