Thousands of years ago, there was a mysterious island on Earth's map—Atlantis. It was a very prosperous civilization. Palaces of gold, bridges of silver, and streets made of crystal stone—all in all a reflection of heaven. People there were wise, advanced in science, and at one with nature.
King Atlas was a just and wise ruler. But with the passage of time pride entered the heart of man. They began to think, "We are the best of creation, stronger than the gods!"
This excessive pride brought their downfall.
One night the sky turned black, the thunder roared and the waves of the sea began to rage fiercely. The wrath of the gods turned into a storm. In no time the great city sank to the bottom of the sea.
It is said that even today, the lost city sleeps under the deep Atlantic Ocean. Sometimes sailors see distant blue lights in the night—like memories of civilization still burning beneath the rocks.
Many say that if one finds the ruins of that city, mankind will relearn the lost knowledge—once lost due to pride. This story was created with the help of this AI
This story is rewritten and edited in my own words.
