The aliens came from above. At first, they were just a myth, a folk-tale: someone somewhere heard something. Suddenly, stories began to multiply: witnesses were emerging. The aliens were real.
They started taking us. Their ships scarred our skies. Fear became a perpetual state of mind in which we lived. Still, we tried to communicate; we sang the most beautiful songs, but they fell on deaf ears.
The aliens were brutal, massacring us, using us for amusement, tearing out our songs. Separated, tortured, and poisoned, we lost everything.
Our songs echoed through the ocean with sadness, until we were no more.