On the event planet, caught this high-altitude ring being obscured by a passing cloud.
Unfortunately, it is really just an illusion. As I approached the ring, the cloud ran away from me , receding into the background.
Fleet coming out of warp in a Black Hole
There really should be a Traveller’s Academy or something so these pilots can learn to navigate more safely.
They told me I was all alone - That I should give up in this fight - And to think I almost fell for it.
So I made friends with myself - And then I was found - Forever dreaming among forever stars.
I do not know how I got here - I question my own existence - As I flicker in and out of realities.
They call me “strange,” but I think I’m normal - No? - Whereas these inhabitants are strange.
How is it that he does not have feathers, but instead has nails protruding from his head? Does that not strike you as strange? - They say, “Birds of a feather flock together” - But I come to learn something…
That there is great variation even among my own kind - If not more so… But, Where’s Hesperus!?
In the end - We are all Travellers, strange as we may be, in an even stranger sky - We exist.
And as the years have went by, we are now less alone than we ever were before - Such love!
I love the new space encounters. I only wish they werent triggered to appear in front of you but rather were in a fixed location in space. But other than that, they look great and make space feel exciting.
As I watched the dragons fly off into the sunset - I asked myself a simple question…
“Which came 1st, the dragon or the egg?” And that’s when it occurred to me…
If us aliens have a base to call home, then, “Where do all the fauna…”
- Nest
- Burrow
- And raise their young… ?
It tastes bad
It smells bad
It looks bad
And the more I struggle
The deeper I sink
And the more it moves
I sure wish I hadn’t drank the water
Good one!
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Turns out there were only two options…
- If you don’t die trying, you try dying.
- If you don’t try dying, you die trying.
Note to self.
Origins of the Aliens
Part 1: Prequel to a New Era
They say great things come in small packages.
But no package could contain what yet awaits.
So they reduce it to digital, their life blood DNA.
And - Be they friend, or be they foe…
Aliens have ‘ORIGINS’ too, you know!
And just one hit, that’s all it takes…
Whether by accidents, or anomalous mistakes…
A new Traveller is born. And to ATLAS we are sworn.
While we wait for the Origins update, I happened upon this very orange system. This is where I will wait for whatever is to come. There is a nearby Blackhole should I need to escape…unless the update changes that, in which case, que sera, sera.
The sun sets on the last night of this iteration. Now, I will wait for the sun to rise on a new beginning.
That is indeed very orange. How fitting!
The new topic for all our beautiful photos.