The Calling 👁️ An Ogreye Art Context There have always been signs, whispers in the wind, shadows that move when no eyes watch, a shiver down the spine as if unseen forces stir. Etched into the bones of the earth, hidden in the silent language of the stars, the signs have lingered, waiting. Those who listen carefully, who read the runes of time itself, know that nothing comes without warning. The veil is thinning. The old echoes stir. And those who understand… know what must come next.