It was not long before our presence was discerned—not by savage barbarians or wandering beasts, but by the enigmatic Pleiadians, a race of beings whispered of in the oldest legends, said to hail from the farthest reaches of the night sky. Such was the tale to which the three of us clung, for the truth of their existence was as wondrous as it was unsettling.
These otherworldly visitors were a marvel to behold. Though their forms were akin to our own, there was something unearthly in their bearing. Their hair shimmered with an ethereal luminescence, a shade of white so pure it seemed spun from moonlight itself, untouched by the passage of time. Their skin was pallid, almost spectral, and their eyes shone with the brilliance of turquoise seas—deep, ancient, and unfathomable, as if they carri
