"...truth"

For over a century, and a half we unknowingly called to the stars. We pleaded for attention with Morse Code Radio, and now Digital Bursts. We even changed the spectrum of our atmosphere with industry. All this to mark our presence.

We called and were heard.

As is their way the Star Folk sent an Envoy. This to hear our story not from our machines, but from ourselves. A vessel of bright shimmers there, but not moved undetected through the clouds. Like a feather passing through a dream.

It came to rest not at the Kremlin Versailles or even Disneyland. It settled a meter above the cracked pavement of East Saint Louis, Illinois.

The Envoy mist disembarked and floated to those watching. They were enveloped and asked for the story of Earth. In response the Mist was led to a Homeless Shelter. There the people said: "...A truth of Earth".