High Tide

Dust. Such small, insignificant specks of particles floating in the air and laying upon the ground just waiting to be stirred up into the atmosphere.

Not too much longer now and we will win the war against the breathing creatures. Natural evolution has seen fit to pair up a here-to-for unknown biologic with us, the dust motes - and we are gathering; waiting. Soon the ebb will cease and high tide will surge forth into the lungs of all fleshy, air-breathing creatures.

Then we will not be ignored. We will wait no more after that time.

The Earth will be cleansed once again, as it was with the lizard creatures. We are ready, patience; we are coming soon.








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