"We are the Old Ones"

We are the old Martians, who left our marble cities and went into the hills, forsaking the material lives we have lived. So very long ago we became this things that we now are. Once we were human like, with bodies and legs and arms such as yours.  The legend has it that one of us, a good man, discovered a way to free man's soul and intellect, to free him of bodily ills and melancholies, of deaths and transfiguration's, of ill humors and senility's, and so we took on the look of lightning and blue fire and have lived in the winds and skies and hills forever after that, neither prideful nor arrogant, neither rich nor poor, passionate nor cold...