Log 1: Orbit

They scurry beneath me.
Like insects, all the people of the world rush on what they think is important.
What they think strands a balance between life and death.

As I look down below, no one sees me. Soon, I would have found an appropriate one. For the past 18 Lunar Cycles, I have waited. Observing. Watching.

For what reasons I have been placed here, I will not know. But any second, I am to walk among these people, and learn of their culture.

I see one.

As I descend from orbit, I must make sure I am not seen. Such knowledge as my presence would only destroy the very minds of these beings, who have yet gained such an ability as to comprehend my existence.