Ours have been watchers for generations. We are the guards and keep our charges safe. We never forget our purpose, our contract. They need us, my kind, as they did in the ancient dark days. They still do. They are the lost, the friendless, the grieving. You’ve seen us, huddled beside the homeless, giving comfort to the unnerved, the ill. We have done so for centuries. Where we once guarded against predators, we now guard against loneliness.
We keep to the shadows until we are needed.