Not far from Earth in anything but dimension is a planet called Erbede.
Its inhabitants regard Earth the same way a large city regards a small farm in the countryside—they’ve little concern, if any, save several pushy activists desperate to condescend themselves upon the needy with forced reform. And in the same way, Earth’s secluded peoples have little to no understanding of Erbedian society.
Conspiracy theorists call them aliens and liken them to demons, superheroes, or hideous monsters who built the pyramids and cause crop circles. Such portrayals are grossly exaggerated in either beauty or horror.
And why shouldn’t Earth view Erbedians this way after they left in such haste?