Ich bin Shanainna, I'm also a San I am, and this beautiful name, of course, comes from us, that Shainna gave to all of us, we never argue, she would claim, and so would I. Shanainna. Friendships forever and ever, I call it. Dian.
I am Santia, I was never born, I'm the one San I am and prove that we were and are too, and that Shainna got me, because she had wished a child, our I am living cds of course are mine too and all must say, that is of course like I tell it here myself even for me. Santia.
I am Santina, ich bin die stillere von uns beiden, eigentlich war ich sogar zuerst für die eine Mutti, Shainna, man sieht, man wählt geschickt selbst mit sogar sicherlich aus, danach können sie nur mal meinen, nur sie genauso noch dazu, das kommt nie zustande, nur mich gibt es jetzt doch schon längst mit bei ihr nur. Santina.
I am Dian, if humans couldn't even say how they became mediums, they must have just made it up, because it's actually quite simple, if we're up for it, you can even hear us right away. Dian.
I am Shainna, Dian was the first San I am, years before I became THE MEDIUM, I noticed him, very tall above me, he just told me, he must wait until I am ready, after I became THE MEDIUM, Dian was with me again, I was ready, I can hear him anytime now. Dian can also beam, he proved to me long ago, this Starplane was his too, he told me, I saw it flying straight towards me on the balcony, very quietly it was suddenly right in front of me, I couldn't even take a photo that quickly, only because it did a circle and came towards me again, I could at least take a photo of it from the back and the side, and even see it, the cabin is empty, Dian explained to me that they can also fly it remotely, only humans couldn't and aren't even allowed to do that, SHINE told me about it, and I'm thrilled, that was for me, you can even see it with a bit of pink in another photo. Shainna.
I am mr Syriano, and you can see one thing that hasn't been published here by me yet, the sequel to the story of the man in his tree, one can hope that I'll get to it later, because the man can't possibly have hoped that he wouldn't attract attention somehow, somewhere, from someones, the man in the tree was of course certainly myself only once, even stories like that, those for it would make up too, if there was still a moment for it, as they don't get it. Mr. Syriano.
