Uthman voice

Not from the heavens. Not from beneath. But from the spaces in between. In the folds of reality where our eyes do not dare wander. They have whispered in the ears of kings, nudged the hands of inventors, and guided the ink of the historians. And yet, they remain nameless. Faceless. Forgotten by time itself. But time is running out. You have felt it, haven’t you? The shifts in the air, the unspoken warnings in your dreams, the unease that lingers in your bones when the night grows too silent. The world is not as it seems, and the story we have been told is but a page torn from a book far older than we can imagine. The veil is thinning. The cracks are widening. And soon, what has been hidden will step forward, not as invaders, but as those who were always here—watching, waiting. Some will resist, some will kneel, and some will vanish without a trace, as they have before. But you… you still have a choice. When the hour comes, when the sky trembles and the earth sighs its final breath of innocence—will you open your eyes? Or will you, like so many before you, pretend you saw nothing at all?"