Winter in the Fertile Crescent

[Western fantasy + no heroine + growth + multi-line narrative] The torch of the Renaissance pierced the long night of ignorance of theocratic rule, and the lines of "Human Song" led the pioneers forward. Their flesh and blood no longer crawled under the stone steps of the oracle. They raised their heads and challenged the once unreachable god, and since then they have gained the opportunity to be on an equal footing with Him. "The Movement of Celestial Bodies" listens to the trajectory of the sun, and "Natural Philosophy" knocks down the Bastille built by royal power and divine power. When the pulse of steel began to roar deep in the earth, the power of steam and gears uprooted mankind from the bondage of the land. We lead the stars, tame the rivers, harness the lightning, and do things close to God with our flesh and blood—all these feats are just to set foot on the promised paradise. "O God, please guide me in your ways. Please guide me in your truth, for you are the God of my salvation, and I wait for you all day long." Wait until the third winter of "Finbul" is over. When the snow begins to melt and the frozen rivers surge again, the land will no longer belong to the gods of the past. Here, it will be cultivated by human hands - the "Fertile Crescent Soil" belonging to human beings.