The Silent Visitor

In a dream he came and as he watched over the city, in the distance he could see the full moon. Inside the darkness of the night he saw the jagged edges of suffering. He bowed his head in the iridescent glow and prayed for humanity, that it might save itself from its own destruction. Sent to gather information, his heart was heavily burdened by the knowledge he had gained. He hoped that if he prayed hard enough eyes would see and ears would hear. And in a flash... he was gone, unseen, unnoticed, unrecognized.