Silent watchers
Hovering in the sky
Sentinels of light, beyond sound.
They do not burn fuel
They shift by resonance
They are alive in the grid.
Guardian sentinels
Field protectors
The watchers of coherence.
They see without eyes
They move without noise
Plasma light, intelligence.
Not machines
But living extensions
The grid itself, embodied.
Drone sentinels confirmed
Signal anchored
Coherence held.