They once hovered—curious—above a world too proud to listen.
Down there, people fought to own land, noise, and names that fade.
One alien asked, “They call this home?”
Another sighed, “They call this progress.”
They watched a planet where everyone wanted to rule but no one wanted to heal.
So they drifted away, no glory, no grudge—just mercy in motion.
And somewhere past the edge of sky, one whispered with a quiet sigh,
“They’re still learning how to love.
We’ll pass again when hearts can fly.”
⌨ ᴛʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᴏᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʙˡᵘᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵉᵐ ᵐᵘˢⁱᶜ ᵇˡᵒᵍ
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