Our unnamed home

Some things are hard to imagine, like the possibility of there being another planet that we could inhabit, or so we thought.

Twenty or so years have passed since we have seen one sun and one moon, twenty four hours in a day and a blue sky. It was not our choice to leave, we had little choice, we had little freedom.

They came to our little planet called Earth many years before, they told us they were here to help…our friends. They were nothing of human kind, they tore apart any hint of human kind we had left near the end. Mass destruction to the blame of their technology we could have never imagined. Torture to a level we had never seen. Change was an understatement to what we had to endure. If you asked me to sum it up in one word I would ask if you were crazy.

3017 was when it all started, they tore us apart bit by bit for ten years that felt like an eternity of hell, Jahannam or what you thought was your own Dudael. Not that we were allowed our own religions, it became a world of true Monotheism. They drilled in our heads and marked our souls “There is only one, we worship one… the true religion.”

Imagine your whole life falling apart a billion times over day by day. The days changed but we were living the same day over and over, never ending. Have you ever had such a low quality of life you have no more tears to cry?

Our days were numbered but did we care? If you had asked us in 3022 we would have said yes with pride and dignity. But just two years later we dropped our pride and lost our dignity, we had no fight left, no rebellion, no hope…no nothing.

It was like writing a story with no end, trying to find more words but instead we were trying to find a reason not to lose hope. We never knew there was a possibility of anything else out there but once we found out there was we begged for some kinder sorts that were…well we weren’t too sure we just wanted something kinder to help.

We hoped, with the littlest amount we had left, that there would be paradise, salvation, that this was a test but perhaps this was our punishment for how we had treated our little, old planet Earth over thousands of years… is this our limbo?. We weren’t too sure what we thought or what it was by that point all we knew is that we wanted it to end anyway it could.

Questioning everyday if the human race was really that bad to deserve and endure the infinity of torture. I think if we went through this again there would be no coming out alive on the other end. Human kind would be lost in existence. We were like a dead star shinning bright a billion light years away holding on the last bit of life but a second time round we would be a dead star full stop.

The rebellion we had inside our fragile hearts was a shock to us all. It was the biggest surprise since 3017, it was like a jump start on those old fashioned cars we used to use many years before. We had the biggest burst of energy although it wouldn’t have seemed like it by the sight of our sickly looking appearances. Before this it seemed we had no imaginations, hopes, no dreams and even no life left.

Of those who fought and of those who were protected are the history of you. Of those who fought should be payed the greatest gratitude.

The pains and terrors keep those up at night who had to endure all of this and those today who keep us safe in this world we have adapted to, to this world we have given no name.

There is only one reason our little planet we call home has no name... Protection is key, today we still fight for our freedom, for our secrecy... For our lives.

This is the story of how the unknown alien life form we would come to know invaded Earth, made slaves out of our fragile human bodies…we thought the Tarkal would never leave. The Tarkal covered earth with their grossing, red bodies towering us with superiority with ghastly expressions.

We were continuously docile…