But how can they return
When they were never gone,like sleeper agents they lurked amongs us for ages, blending in ,observing , just waiting.
When they were never gone,like sleeper agents they lurked amongs us for ages, blending in ,observing , just waiting.
In the form of mere mortals they roam, blending perfectly like the octopus at the bottom of the sea, to the ordinary ears, its just another day but to those who know better ,its the silence before the storm
Over time, mankind has leant to pass on stories, from generation to generation, the tales lose some details while gaining others, the danger is mostly brought by the youth, these days no one seeks the wisdom of the ancient ones, usually that knowledge dies with the aged.
When they were never gone,like sleeper agents they lurked amongs us for ages, blending in ,observing , just waiting.