shook to the very core of your being you are staring at the sea. you don't know what you're looking for, yet you stand there in the middle of nowhere unable to move. minutes pass. now! now, you see it. now, you understand it. santorini has erupted. minoa has been shattered. you are free. the noise you've heard? see, santorini's first and last utterance -- yackhwe -- has been heard by everyone in the region. at first it becomes onomatopoeia, an idiomatic expression among your new people, that has emerged from the ashes like a pheonix. then, eventually, it is canonized as the creator god: within just about a week it has destroyed your enemies and created a new world. what's left of minoan knowledge (the mystery schools and the spoils of the region) is recontextualized to fit your new origin myth.
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