It was the most unusual occasions, yet at the same time by one way or another. The most ordinary. It's very ordinary. strangely. Throughout the long term and hundreds of years, to be sure for centuries, all had surrendered to the sensitive overall influence and the control of existing powers. The different social orders that have gone back and forth after some time have been beguiling themselves into the conviction that they really practice any power over humankind, free of pioneers and rulers.
Truly, everybody knew, except never referenced the way that genuine force consistently stayed in these genuine experts, in a sensitive accommodation and control between them, in a quiet equilibrium that brought about genuine authority over all mankind. Regardless of how valiantly they attempt to battle, no man, lady or youngster can do anything other than submit to this control.
In spite of the fact that Circassians practiced control through the Adrenalines and Melatonins, they were a definitive bosses. The force moved toward the Circassians consistently.
For a long time, the Adrenalines hold power, drag humankind into a haze of action, they all start their individual undertakings, spend their energies enormously, in light of the fact that that is the thing that they needed to do. No one inquiries this. Life has consistently been this way. It was something that no one even idea to scrutinize this.
At that point, as night moved close, the Melatonins would fall on humankind, practically like a time limit. In each city, each town and each distant spot on Earth… There was no spot they couldn't reach, covering humankind like a cover, unobtrusively enslaving it to their control. To the quiet of their home ... also, to rest.
Nobody would even notification that the adrenaline was subsiding. They nearly vanished as the melatoninites drew closer. They were there for a second, they took you, and afterward, your drained eyes couldn't discover them, as though they had vanished away.
Toward the beginning of the day, nonetheless, they would walk vivaciously, pushing the Melatoninites away. Furthermore, the cycle would start once more.
Circassians administered everything through an unpredictable government framework. They were driven by the Pituitariat, who in principle was the leader of everything. Obviously he needed to answer the Hypothalamus Council, so it was they who truly had the force. The board will send its requests to the Pituitariat, and he will move these requests to the Gonadotropins, the couriers in the framework, to the proper divisions.
Requests for melatoninites are conveyed to their huge lobby known as the Corpus Collosum. This is the place where the heads of the Melatoninites, known as Pineallus, held the gathering and concluded how to execute its requests.
