Luna Hare was cold. His cream-coloured fur glistened with frost under the crystal white Snow Moon, and his long, silky ears pricked as he heard echoing to him, across the pitch black night, the chilling howl of Wolf. He was stone cold petrified.
We keep hearing on the internet about the possibility of invasions by extraterrestrials like the Anunnaki, so I thought I should give some clarification about who these Sumerian gods actually were. Then when the Psy Ops swings fully into gear, we’ll be better prepared, psychologically, to meet it. Continue reading