Good day dear reader. If you delve further into these pages then I warn you now you'll really wish you'd read something else. Somethings, once read, cannot be unread. Still reading? Well, if you weren't you wouldn't be the inquisitive soul I took you for. So, as we both know that more will be read I guess I'd better be straight with you. All things recorded within these pages are real. They may not fully tie up with any news coverage or accepted history but they are what I saw and what I heard and in my heart, I know my words to be true. There are Others that walk among us in what we like to believe in our ignorance as our world. It is their world and has been for longer than we stopped swinging in trees. They do not all hide, you probably know some of them, have been taught by some of them or have sat next to them on the train. They most definitely pass you by as you walk without you realising they are so close they could reach out and touch you. I on the other hand do know they're there. I hear their presence, I hear their strength and their emotion flowing out of them as if the very air knows they are different. The aura-sonus, the sound of the heavens… or maybe not. My name is Valentine Orphanet, I’m 19 and this is my diary. When you've finished with it please return to Mr Xanthic's antique and book shop. If you can. Safe night.