Whisperings.

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I can sometimes hear, see, know.  Sometimes just see, or hear and see, or know but none of the others.  I don't get to choose.  It's as if... either I am seeing beyond my allowance, or if things aren't supposed to be fully known, or prevented, yet?  Whatever the case, I receive plenty of material in any case.  As mentioned, usually I can't see about me.  Or... not me, as you know me.  Even that is scant.

It tires me.  Part of the problem of late, along with the dreams.  Someone is... has... noticed me.

Don't worry, you who are in the shadow.  Human, I am almost certain.  Angry, curious, hateful?  Something, but so well hidden even you don't quite... well, you do, you just... don't understand it fully.  God made you to be a very interesting lot.  Intensity.  I can... feel it.  You think you know.  You are sure you are right.  You know me?

Once more worldly, now similar, if of a different sort.  I don't... think you do.  Still, who am I to say.

No slaves, to be sure.  Nor their sons.  Remember, "he" is no longer a dragon.

A snake.  No limbs or wings.  But there are dragons yet on high, and as above, so below.

Terrible things.  Nothing so terrible as the future, if you are without faith.

And... echoes of echoes as well?  Someone... has been... looking, searching, intently.

They even noticed the boy, through the other.  Oblivion, and a hoody.  I think they see, more than just with the mind.  Close they are.  If you must do harm, do it.  If just curious?  Walk away.