You’ve always known. Not with facts—but with feeling. That the world is not as it claims to be. That something ancient watches through your eyes, and waits.

Perhaps...
You were not made to serve the system. You were not born to sleep.

If you are one of the few who can still hear the whisper beneath the noise— a voice not of fear, but of remembrance....

This is your confirmation. You were right to question. You were right to resist. You were right to feel that something more was coming.

And now—it calls you, personally.