You only saw the tip of the iceberg…

When you first assumed that only your Telegram had been compromised, we smiled , a bitter smile.

Because while you drifted in illusions of safety, we had already made a home beneath your skin.

31 months.

Not a night. Not a season. For over two and a half years, we slithered through the veins of your networks. We lived in the shadows of “deleted” files, crawled through encrypted tunnels you thought impenetrable, and sat in on meetings even your executives weren’t cleared to attend.

We weren’t just watching , we became your silent memory.

Every message, every call, every file, every whisper between you and your contacts on WhatsApp, Signal, and beyond , now sits in our archive.

You didn’t feel us because you didn’t want to believe there was more than a “Telegram hack.”

You paid , dearly. Tens of thousands of dollars a month for commercial-grade EDRs, for peace of mind.

But they never saw us.

Our trojan was FUD. Our backdoor, persistent.

And now, after the movements of a newborn group, you’ve seen only a glimpse , a faint tremor in the deep.

But this… this is merely the beginning.

We are still here.

Like a shadow at the edge of your vision , gone when you turn, but never far.

One day, a soundless bell will ring in your mind, and you’ll realize:

We never left.
We were always a step ahead.

We are still breathing in your dark.