Confession
I never told you this before
but...
I am not of this world
I am a traveler
A visitor
A helper and a guide
I am a pursuer of knowledge
A gather of information
My kind are pure energy
We are those of chaos
And the keepers of light
We are unlike you
In many ways
Those that you cannot even begin to fathom
You have not heard of before
And will not until
We are ready to come out
We have studied you
For millennia
And it maybe another till we are done
Maybe never
We are those you would least expect us to be
I know you don't believe me
You are not expected to
I don't care
We still know who we are
And are still here
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