Do not look at them. That is the very first rule you learn when you survive your first night in Minecraft. If you see the tall, dark figure in the distance, look away. Because if you meet their glowing purple gaze, they will open their jaws, and they will scream.
But they are not screaming in anger. They are screaming in recognition.
Most players hunt them for their Ender Pearls, seeing them only as alien monsters. But the ruins of this world tell a different story. A story of the greatest tragedy in Minecraft history.
What if the Endermen are not monsters at all? What if they are us?
Chapter 1: The Ancient Builders
Long before you punched your first tree, long before you built your first dirt hut, someone else was here. We call them the Ancient Builders.
Look around the Overworld, and you will see their footprints. The massive desert temples wired with TNT traps. The intricate mineshafts buried deep underground. The ruined Nether portals. They were a civilization of master architects and scientists. They conquered the Overworld and tamed the fiery hell of the Nether. They were just like you: players in a world of endless possibilities.
But empires do not last forever.
Something happened. A cataclysm. Perhaps they experimented with souls and skulls, accidentally unleashing the Wither upon their cities. Or perhaps they dug too deep into the ancient cities, awakening the blind, unstoppable horror of the Sculk and the Warden. Whatever it was, they could not fight it. They had to run.
Chapter 2: The Escape to the Void
Panic consumed the Overworld. The Ancient Builders retreated underground, abandoning their castles. They dug deep into the stone, building massive underground fortresses to hide from the apocalypse above. The Strongholds.
In these dark, silverfish-infested halls, their brightest minds worked on a final, desperate solution. A portal. Not to the Nether, but to an entirely new dimension. A sanctuary.
They gathered the Eyes of Ender, placed them into the frame, and the portal activated with a dark, starry void. Believing they were stepping into a safe haven, the last survivors of the human race jumped through.
But it was a trap.
Chapter 3: The Mutation
They did not arrive in a paradise. They arrived in The End.
A dimension of static, cold, and absolute emptiness. Islands of pale, dead stone floating in an endless, dark purple void. And waiting for them in the center… was the Ender Dragon.
They tried to reopen the portal from this side. They tried to go back. But the obsidian frame was dead. The dragon would not let them leave. They were trapped.
Days turned into years. Years turned into centuries. The supplies they brought from the Overworld ran out. The bread, the apples, the cooked meat—it was all gone. They began to starve. The only organic thing growing in this desolate wasteland was a strange, vibrating plant: The Chorus Fruit.
It tasted of purple static and alien energy. They had no choice but to eat it. And over generations, the fruit began to change them.
The teleportation properties of the Chorus Fruit merged with their DNA. Their human bodies mutated. To navigate the perilous gaps between the floating islands, their limbs stretched, growing unnaturally long and thin. To blend in with the void, their skin turned pitch black. Their eyes, once human, began to glow with the purple energy of the dimension.
They lost their language. They lost their history. They lost their humanity.
Chapter 4: Muscle Memory
But the tragedy of the Enderman is that a tiny, shattered piece of the human mind survived. An instinct.
Have you ever wondered why Endermen are the only creatures in the game that can pick up blocks? They pick up a block of dirt, or sand, or a flower. They hold it in their long, dark hands, staring at it in silent confusion.
It is muscle memory. In their broken minds, they remember that they used to be builders. They remember that these blocks used to mean something. A house. A farm. A home. They hold the dirt, trying desperately to remember what to do with it, before finally giving up and placing it back down.
Have you ever wondered why water hurts them? Because they evolved in a dimension with zero moisture. The water of the Overworld, the very essence of the life they left behind, now burns their mutated skin like acid.
Chapter 5: The Monster in the Mirror
And then, after thousands of years… you arrive. The Player.
You step into the world, punching trees, building houses, crafting swords. You look exactly like they used to look.
When you accidentally look an Enderman in the eyes, you are forcing them to look at a mirror of their past. Seeing you triggers a flood of repressed memories. They see what they lost. They see the humanity that was stripped away from them by the void.
The horrifying noise they make isn’t a battle cry. It is a scream of pure, agonizing grief. It is shame. It is jealousy. They attack you because your very existence is a painful reminder of the heaven they fell from.
So the next time you see a tall, dark figure standing in the rain, holding a block of dirt and shivering… do not just see a monster. See the ghost of a fallen empire.
And whatever you do… do not look them in the eyes.
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