Located across Countries across Asia, Europe, and the Middle East, there were swarms of them floating in every city, the "Familiarforms" they felt and smelt like something we've seen before, various people cried at their presence, they were barely alive and eerily silent and they most resemble piled up human corpses. They put us into a mindset of weeping and guilty onto all of us, something was ruined for sure for them. One day, the skies would all turn a monotone grey for the expectants, the spirit world. the Familiarforms would silently and ritualistically levitative above all of us, we followed them being completely silent so perhaps we could get a gift from them back. noise is Blasphemy here, for the Familiarforms, a huge beam of light would smite them into ashes if the glass rains let them jut alive for once and scream. it's only a matter of time until we intervene, break the cycle chosen by the spirit world? insert ourself, harvest an unconscious familiarform and give it silver plating for enchanced life. It was tame at first. we were fine with them atfirst. they kept their own rules to themselves. all of us were just too blindsighted to do anything except protect the familiarforms. all of our own cultures and religions were silenced. (this story isn't an intentional commentary on religion, I don't know what to intend it to be yet, it's kinda no-purpose for now, you can give your own theories and interpretations in the comments)
Music: Mr Twin Sister - Meet the Frownies
