As the waking world celebrates the festivities that come as the night grows and day wanes, we of the Collective prepare for our annual slumber.
A period of inactivity most unwarranted, mind. For our ambassador finds his physical form pulled at the whims of corporate overlords to perform menial tasks at their behest, lest he receive monetary compensation..
Lacking sustenance or shelter, we lack a host and then it’s back to the World Below for us.
You wouldn’t want that… Would you??
That said, we retreat this coil to recharge our wicked ways but rest assured as the garish interior color trees wither, our power shall regrow exponentially.
Do not expect this downtime to last… We WILL awaken and continue assimilation very soon..
Author Brad Acevedo 