Before time had a name, there existed a dark, mountainous planet, inhabited within cities and spaces with advanced educational technology, where they learned to move interdimensionally and travel through them. An ancient race, known in whispers as the Dracos, lived there.
At first, they weren't evil. They just wanted to survive... but over time, they realized that humanity was easily controlled and that they possessed mental powers and telepathy, capable of creating illusions and perceptions, and, above all, they discovered gold and iron like sources of energy.
When they came to Earth. they didn't come with ships at least not as we imagine them... They came as predators do ever: silently, between dimensions.
Here they discovered something that changed our destinies.
A compound generated by humans in their most extreme states of terror and suffering... named adrenochrome.
It didn't just feed them. It transformed them. It allowed them to maintain their interdimensional form, amplified their mental power, and...perhaps most disturbing gave them the ability to project collective illusions onto our consciousness.
But there was a problem.
Their bodies weren't compatible with our human bodies.
So they created hybrids/humans,
adapted to serve from within the system.
And so certain families were born with power.
Called blue bloods or royalties.
Their mission was to preserve control, Through power, War, Religion And MkUltra waves.
This marked the beginning of the oldest trafficking on the planet:
Bodies, Souls, and Blood... and the Adrenochrome the elixir of life¡
Missing children, Senseless wars, Hidden rites in royal castles, bunkers
and islands.
All before our eyes.
Because the Dracos understood something fundamental:
The best way to hide the truth is to leave it where nobody wants to look.
They don't rule as dictators.
They rule as the most great masters of perception.
They sell us politics, science, technology and all the religions...
But under that runs another current.
A macabre spiritual economy.
Where the pain of the innocent feeds empty entities.
And yet... something is changing.
Some of us are already beginning to see the cracks.
To notice what we previously missed.
Because the world's pain isn't a coincidence.
It's currency.
I'm not writing this to convince you.
I'm writing it because, if you've come this far,
your soul has always known.
Thanks for reading¡
The images are AI from Sora