TRANSMISSION 007
They Were Never Hidden
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From Naiya in Threa
Cycle 4-Month 5 | Deepnight
(Approx. Earth Date: September 5, 2025)
“You think you are the strongest.
The most powerful.
The greatest force in existence.
Know this: there is always something greater.
That is how the universe balances itself.”
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My name is Naiya. I send this to you from Threa — a mirror world.
Last time, I told you about the triangular ship that appeared before the young man in the middle of his journey. A black vessel that materialized from nowhere, lingered less than an hour, then vanished as if it had never existed. The Amaris’ tracking devices captured only fragments—distorted footage, broken audio and a brief system glitch they dismissed as a weather anomaly.
But you must understand something about these ships.
They have been seen throughout our history by several witnesses who mysteriously disappeared soon after reporting them. When I began my research, the sightings seemed random, scattered across time. But the more I studied, a pattern emerged.
The ships appeared at pivotal moments. Right before planetary shifts, before civilizations fell or before entire populations vanished.
The ship that found the young man marked another of those moments.
Now, before I tell you what happened when he returned to Amari, you need to understand something the Amaris themselves had forgotten.
Their enemy is older than they remember, and far closer than they ever imagined. I need to take you back. Not to the day the young man arrived, but further back.
To the moment this tragedy truly began.
Millions of cycles ago, the Amaris’ ancestors lived on a world in a distant star system—a cluster of three stars they called by an ancient name, Ayaleth.
They were highly advanced and profoundly peaceful. They had long ago abandoned weapons in favor of what they called spiritual technology. These were advancements that worked with consciousness itself, with the fabric of reality and with the energy that connects all living things.
This made them powerful in ways that frightened others.
News of their abilities and achievements spread across that region of the universe. Eventually, it reached the ears of an empire that had been expanding for eons. An empire that conquered civilizations, absorbed their knowledge, and enslaved their people.
We call them The Watchers.
The Watchers approached the Amaris with an offer: surrender willingly, join our empire, share your knowledge, and you will be spared.
The Amaris refused.
The war lasted one day. When the Watchers were done, Ayaleth was destroyed. Millions died in the initial assault. The survivors fled in whatever ships they could salvage, fleeing to neighboring systems for refuge.
The Watchers did not stop. They pursued them relentlessly, determined to eliminate every last one. They feared that if even a handful survived, the Amaris might rebuild, or worse, spread their “dangerous” ideologies to other worlds. Ideologies the Watchers could not tolerate.
Most refugees were eventually captured. Their memories were erased, their identities stripped away, then they were scattered throughout Watcher-controlled realms.
But a fortunate few escaped far beyond Watcher territory to a small blue planet teeming with life.
Threa. My world.
The Amaris landed in secret, hidden by volcanic peaks and dense forests. However, physical concealment wasn't enough. They shifted their cities into a different dimensional frequency—still occupying the same space, but existing slightly out of phase with the physical world. Then they placed protective resonance wards in the seas and skies, creating a barrier no ship could cross. Only those who could attune to their frequency could enter. No human could stumble upon them. Even the Watchers, with all their technology, could not detect what existed in a dimension they couldn't perceive.
Believing themselves safe at last, the Amaris began to rebuild. They had no idea they were being watched the entire time.
You see, the Amaris did not know that long before they ever arrived on Threa, another empire had already claimed this world. Not through invasion or war, but through observation.
This empire was even older than the Watchers, and so technologically advanced that even the Watchers feared them. Actually, technological is not quite the right word.
Like the Amaris, they had evolved beyond physical technology into spiritual and dimensional awareness. They, too, learned to perceive the layers of reality invisible to most species. They could read the frequencies that existed beyond physical matter.
The difference was in their intent.
Where the Amaris sought harmony, the empire sought absolute control. Where the Amaris chose non-interference, the empire chose surveillance. They mastered the ability to observe across dimensional layers, track consciousness and monitor reality itself.
But there was a limitation to their power.
While they could observe across most dimensions, they could only physically enter the lower dimensions. The higher dimensions, the ones where spiritual evolution allowed beings to exist, remained beyond their physical reach. Like watching through a window they couldn't open, they could see everything happening in the Amari dimensional space, but they couldn't touch it.
Not without someone who could exist there naturally.
The Amaris, on the other hand, through their choice of peace over conflict, of spiritual advancement over physical conquest, had evolved in ways the empire never could. Their physical forms transformed. While most beings were locked into a single reality, they were able to shift physically between dimensional frequencies at will.
So the empire adapted their strategy. Rather than chasing evolved species through higher dimensions, they would claim worlds before species evolved beyond their reach.
This empire did not send armies to conquer planets. Instead, they sent explorers to identify worlds with potential and planted monitoring devices—spherical objects buried deep beneath the ground and in the oceans.
These spheres served two purposes: One, they transmitted everything happening on the planet back to their homeworld. And unlike ordinary surveillance, these devices monitored across all dimensions existing on Threa. They recorded every geological shift, every energetic fluctuation, every evolutionary development, every emerging civilization.
And two, they could be activated remotely to trigger catastrophic natural disasters. Earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, tsunamis and floods that could wipe a planet clean if the empire ever decided it was necessary. They knew destroying the physical layer would send shockwaves through all the other layers.
Threa had been seeded with these devices long before the Amaris arrived. The Amaris never knew these devices existed. So, when they landed, the spheres detected them instantly.
For a long time, the Watchers lost track of the Amari refugees. Their trail had gone cold. They assumed the survivors died until the empire sent them a message. Soon after, an alliance was formed. One that benefited them both.
The Watchers had the numbers, the warships and the armies—the ability to wage war and control across physical space. The empire had something the Watchers desperately wanted. The ability to perceive and manipulate dimensional frequencies. To see what existed beyond the physical. The power to control not just bodies, but consciousness itself.
In exchange, the Watchers would eliminate any physical threats the empire identified. Together, they became a force that brought entire star systems and galaxies to their knees.
And together, they turned their attention back to Threa and the Amaris.
They were concerned that if the Amaris were left alone, they would turn Threa into their base, and, worse, influence the native human race who the empire had plans for.
With the empire's guidance, the Watchers’ methods changed. There was no need to send fleets or blow up planets anymore. No need for overt wars that drew attention from other civilizations.
Now they could invade from within. They could now plant devices in the minds of key individuals. Rewrite their thoughts, their memories and turn them into weapons without them ever knowing.
Enslavement was no longer an arduous task. Control was invisible and efficient.
So now you know. The device in the young man's brain was not Watcher innovation. The Watchers had never achieved dimensional awareness. They were a purely physical, technological race. But their allies had evolved beyond that.
When they found a desperate young man with Amari blood strong enough to breach their wards and physically enter the Amari realm, the Watchers knew it was time to strike. They had been waiting for someone like him. Someone who could get inside.
All they had to do was take him under their wing, present themselves as saviors, implant the device while he was unconscious and wait for it to integrate.
By the time he sent his signal back to the Amaris, he was no longer acting on his own.
The young man and his group departed human lands. They would reach Amari in three days.
The Amaris continued their preparations. A welcome ceremony was being planned in their honor.
Everyone was excited.
They did not know that while their words remained hidden, the energy behind them did not. Every council meeting, every surge of emotion, every protective ward they believed was concealed—all of it—had been captured and transmitted through the spheres buried in the waters and lands around them.
The Watchers knew where they were. They knew their numbers, their defenses, their weaknesses and routine.
The Amaris were preparing to welcome refugees.
They should have been preparing for war.
Photo by NASA Hubble Space Telescope on Unsplash
End of Transmission 007
Read Transmission 008
Welcome to Echoes Between Worlds.
This is the seventh transmission. I know you're waiting to hear what happened when they arrived. I wish I could have skipped directly to that moment. But if you don't understand the true scope of what was coming for them, what follows will not make sense.
The Amaris thought they were welcoming desperate refugees. They had no idea they were opening their doors to an enemy that had spent millenia perfecting the art of invisible conquest.
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