These past few weeks have been strange, for lack of a better word. Symbols being depicted in your farm crops via knocking them down was a strong start, and when other farm owners began experiencing the same? You knew something was happening.

Sightings upon sightings upon more and more sightings arose, and suddenly, the world grew less sceptical around the possibility of aliens existing.

It was yet another nerve racking night, and you were standing out in your corn field, analysing the damage. Parts of the field were knocked completely down, which formed a symbol when you looked at it from above.

It made you feel sick, even more so when the noise of something moving through the crops became audible. Something was here. It was back again.