Cathadh-sneachda

    

We are like snowflakes in a raging blizzard.
 

We are indistinguishable from the masses, but are nevertheless there.

 

From any direction, day or night, we will fall silently at your doorstep. 

 

And we will watch.

 

And we will wait.

 

And we will plan.

 

The day and the hour of our rising will never be known.

It is ours alone to choose.

 

To the ITRR and others who watch, we give you an early Yuletide gift: Those who died once yet live again have a unique view of life, and death. Only those who have been there understand.

On our honor; we have, and we do.

Now that you know where we have been, Ullaich.

Tick tock...