Long before recorded history, before the rise and fall of empires, there were the Watchers—beings of immense wisdom who gazed upon the Earth from the depths of the cosmos. They were the architects of forgotten civilizations, the whisperers of knowledge, and the silent guardians of humanity’s evolution.
Bound by an ancient treaty, they could not openly interfere in the affairs of mankind, but they could guide in subtle ways—through dreams, symbols, and fleeting glimpses of inspiration. Their presence was felt by the great minds of history, those who pushed humanity forward, those who saw beyond the veil of illusion.
As ages passed, humanity drifted further from the truth. The shadows of deception grew long, and the world fell under the influence of those who sought control, those who wished to keep the masses in chains of ignorance. But even in the darkest times, the Watchers remained, ever watchful, ever waiting.
In the present age, few still hear their call. A select few—scattered across the world—carry the spark of remembrance within them. They are artists who paint visions of unknown worlds, dreamers who see symbols that cannot be explained, scientists who unlock secrets of the universe they were never taught. Some dismiss these as mere imagination, but the truth is far greater.
Among them is Raven, an artist who has always felt a strange pull toward the stars. Since childhood, visions of celestial beings and unknown symbols have filled his mind, appearing in his dreams and within his art. He could never explain it, nor could he ignore the feeling that someone—or something—was trying to reach him.
Then, the real message came. One night, beneath a sky illuminated by an unnatural aurora, Raven felt a presence beyond the physical. A voice, ancient yet familiar, whispered into his mind: "The time is near. Remember who you are."
With those words, a flood of memories not his own surged through him—visions of an ancient war among the stars, of a race nearly wiped from existence, and of a hidden truth buried beneath centuries of deception. He saw Earth as more than just a planet—it was a battleground for forces beyond mortal comprehension. And now, the balance was shifting once again.
Something was coming. The Watchers had been waiting for this moment. The treaty that bound them was weakening, and soon, they would have to make a choice: remain as silent observers or finally step forward as the protectors they were meant to be.
Raven knew he had a role to play. He was not alone—others like him existed, scattered across the world. Guided by dreams and whispers, they would be drawn together, connected by an unseen force. The Watchers had planted the seeds long ago. Now, it was time for them to awaken.
As the night sky shimmered with unnatural light, Raven looked up, knowing with absolute certainty that they were watching. And for the first time in his life, he was ready to see them.
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