In the shadows beneath our world, an ancient intelligence awakens-and humanity's greatest secret keepers are about to discover they've been the ones being watched.Commander Ajanlekoko commands Department X, a clandestine organization so deeply buried that it exists only as phantom line items in government budgets no auditor can trace. From their steel bunker beneath the city's gleaming towers, his elite team monitors the world's predictable chaos-cyber warfare, border disputes, the endless dance of nations vying for power. They are the watchers in the dark, the guardians of secrets that could topple governments.But tonight, everything changes.Sector 43-B flickers back to life-a designation that chills even the most hardened operatives. The anomaly that appears defies every protocol, every algorithm, every attempt at understanding. Data streams cascade in cryptic bursts, appearing and vanishing like thoughts from dreams that refuse to be remembered. Entire networks blink out mid-transmission, as if erased by forces that find human communication quaint and unnecessary. The fragments seem aware of being observed, dancing just beyond comprehension.This isn't the anomaly's first appearance. Years ago, faint traces surfaced and disappeared, dismissed by some as phantom interference. But its return carries the weight of unfinished business-patient, deliberate, moving with the purpose of something that has been waiting far longer than human civilization has existed.Around Ajanlekoko's war room table sit his most trusted operatives: Sergeant Ng, the soldier who trusts no peace and whose dreams have been haunted by symbols she's never seen; Ilya, the brilliant analyst who sees patterns in chaos and has recently begun sketching equations belonging to mathematics not yet invented; Chief Adedeji, master of deniable operations, whose young daughter has started speaking in her sleep in languages that predate human speech.None of them ask what the anomaly is. They know better. The question isn't what-it's when, and how much time remains before the comfortable boundaries of reality become negotiable.Above ground, the city lives in blissful ignorance. Traffic lights blink, music spills from late-night bars, lovers argue on balconies. Life pulses on, ordinary and fragile and beautiful, unaware that it's about to be redefined by forces that have been patient since before the first human learned to question the darkness between stars.But signs are appearing everywhere for those who know how to look. In hospitals, children draw pictures of symbols that won't be discovered for another thousand years. In universities, physicists wake from dreams of equations describing the emotional topology of consciousness itself. Around the world, families experience moments of perfect connection without understanding why, as if every human heart has briefly remembered what it means to be part of something magnificent and vast.Deep beneath the surface, in the hush of fluorescent light and sealed doors, fate shifts on hinges installed sixty-five million years ago. The anomaly has returned, and with it comes the invisible game between nations-and something far older than nations, older than species, older than the comfortable lie that consciousness remains forever bounded by individual skulls and linear time.Ancient eyes that have watched the rise and fall of countless civilizations turn their patient attention toward Earth's newest children, waiting to see if humanity will join the eternal watch-or become another cautionary tale whispered across cosmic distances.A masterful fusion of conspiracy thriller and cosmic horror that will leave you questioning everything you thought you knew about humanity's place in the universe. This is a story about the watchers and the watched, the known and unknowable, perhaps, we are part of something larger.