My teachers said I was an moron, in my childhood. Very often. I'm willing to give them credit, since despite the fact that heat disgusts me, I accepted to settle on the Gulf of Akkadia. Literally the hottest and most humid place in this area! Why didn't I just follow Xihe when she asked me? No, silly question. I would have hated to be under her authority. She thinks of me as her personal doll. If Freyja had made the same suggestion to me, my answer would have been different. We have more in common and a sincere affinity.

Anyway, who cares? After ten years of writing scrolls recounting the history of events leading up to the present day, I would now like to produce something more personal. Honestly, I don't know what drives me to write a diary. The need to refocus or to assess, possibly? My memories are slipping away, time is passing. There are things I would appreciate having in black and white, now that my old memory recorder is starting to break down. Perhaps I have nothing better to do, mostly.

I'd put quite little effort into it. One chapter per decade, at best. You won't notice anything, since the work will be finished by the time I would agree to give access to it. That is, if I agree, and if it doesn't end up in the trash by then.

To simplify, I would assume that you, mysterious reader of whom I know absolutely nothing about, are a human without any knowledge of my culture. I will therefore take the trouble to explain the concepts that concern my position as a 'goddess' and my native country. If you can read this text, written in a language that no one learns except my people, then your knowledge of the subject must already be adequate. However, it would be better for me not to presume anything!

I enjoy formatting my work, even if it is not intended to be read. That's why I'll take the trouble to format dialogues, if there are any. This habit helps me have fun at the task. Beware, though, because the scenes I would describe happened long, long ago. I may need to paraphrase regularly.

Let's start at the beginning! My birth name is Inanna. It has been given to me and thirty-seven million other girls. I was the only one to reach enlightenment and, from then on, to deserve a customary name: 'Ishtar'. Today, people call me many things: Athart, Shaushka, Ashtoreth, Al-Lat, etc. They love doing that, it seems.

Otherwise, I am an Eloah. I'll get to the definition of the word in a later chapter, but in the meantime you only need to know this: you are never born an Eloah, you become one, and it makes you immortal. There is a tiny probability that a human could reach enlightenment and rise to our level. Anywhere but on your planet, anyway. A catastrophe called 'Flood' has made it definitely impossible in your lands. I also have powers, related to my nature, whose potency would be sufficient to annihilate this modest kingdom. Not that I have any desire to do so, rest assured.

For the record, there was nothing natural about my birth. A team of specialists thought about my conception in the slightest detail. I was made, literally, to trigger desire. The geneticist who presided over my development put an emphasis on aggressive beauty. My slim body of one meter seventy-five was provided with a voluminous chest, which is unusual and consequently exotic for my fellow countrymen. I have a white skin with a porcelain complexion and purple eyes, since I am artificially albino. My face looks almost inhuman because of its extraordinary elegance. My red hair reflects a golden glow. A wonderful job.

I wandered this cursed land after the Flood for... I can't say how many years. I preferred to avoid mankind. It was better. All the treasures of Mû, your great civilization, vanished. It was in ruins following a war against mine. I got trapped in a territory that only saw in me an adversary. Can I be blamed for having preferred to keep a low profile?

The technology of the ancients was based exclusively on biology. All cities died in the cold that followed the Flood, their machines passed away one by one, and the buildings were consumed by the biosphere. Three centuries! This is what it took for the most powerful empire in our galaxy to disappear into oblivion. Your Elohim maintained everything. The entire infrastructure depended on them. So when the end came, you could not survive alone. Humankind, deprived of knowledge and forced to endure a millennium-long winter, regressed badly. You were lucky, though. All species of the Homo genus have become extinct except yours.

I was obviously not directly responsible for this fateful outcome, but subtlety is no longer important to a fallen society. My fellow citizens, my responsibility. Period. And so I waited. The ones who hated me would eventually die. Immortality is convenient. I raised lions and lived with them. I think I created the species as it is now, since I was the one who organized every births. I have seen generations and generations of them. Everybody keeps himself busy as he can!

After an eternity of isolation, the tribes no longer had the same skin color nor the same language! Memory was erased. I found some of my fellow beings, whose power brought prodigies to the resurgent populaces. They became your deities, respected and venerated. I wanted to discover this world so radically transformed. I traveled, socialized with other Elohim, until the day when I felt the need to settle down. Enki, Enlil and Anu offered me a life in Akkadia and, appreciative of their attempts to convince me, I accepted with some relief. Between them and Xihe, my choice was simple.

Since then, I have been living in the charming community of Uruk. Its lovely inhabitants have built me a beautiful house, which they call 'House of Heaven'. I admit that I find this city amazing, impressive even when one remembers that it was built with primitive tools. The canals bring ships almost to my doorstep. A city on water... in an arid land! I appreciate the effort they put into creating my gardens. On top of that, they let me keep my beasts. Good grief! So many millennia can be summed up in so few paragraphs?