Sentient

The mournful sentient, stands in a grassy plane before a gigantic ancient effigy, low drones fly by buzzing in the wind. One of the drones is slightly different from the rest, it has a dim yellow light that flickers and makes a slight groveling, as if begging for assistant. The distant ambiance from the ethereal horizon¹, all feel like the beginning of the forgotten wonders of The Novel™. As the drone begins to falter and wobble, you can't help but to wonder to yourself... "Where did they come from?"