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The heavens wept as you plummeted afar.

Once bathed in radiance, now veiled in shame.

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Xenomorph 'big chap' in pre-mortis stasis, fusing with the Nostromo

Before Fede suggested the original Alien cocoons itself in space, there was a scene in Alien where the big chap was fusing itself with the ship, its fingers were blending with wires going into the equipment around it.

According to Ridley Scott, his take was the Alien itself was dying as they had a short lifespan. They did have a couple of different endings for the film, one was that it kills Ripley and at the very end , sitting down in the captain's chair and starts speaking in the voice of Dallas in perfect mimicry, sending out the distress signal that Ripley says in the end of the original.

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Xenomorph 'big chap' in pre-mortis stasis, fusing with the Nostromo

Before Fede suggested the original Alien cocoons itself in space, there was a scene in Alien where the big chap was fusing itself with the ship, its fingers were blending with wires going into the equipment around it.

According to Ridley Scott, his take was the Alien itself was dying as they had a short lifespan. They did have a couple of different endings for the film, one was that it kills Ripley and at the very end , sitting down in the captain's chair and starts speaking in the voice of Dallas in perfect mimicry, sending out the distress signal that Ripley says in the end of the original.

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Lightning Struck a Flock of Witches

— by William Holbrook Beard

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墨香铜臭, Heaven Official's Blessing // Tina Tran, "Until I started choking on our memories" // Rykarda Parasol // Richard Siken, "Saying Your Names" // Bluepoch Games, Reverse 1999 // Trebbe Johnson, Fierce Consciousness: Surviving the Sorrows of Earth and Self // Marina Tsvetaeva, "Poem of the End" (trans. Elaine Feinstein) // Boyish—Japanese Breakfast // @catradoraism // Richard Siken, "Planet of Love"

[Requested by @wispy-wallfish]

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passenger seat photo beaded curtain by noorann matties

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Jianhao Chen's "David"

Wonder Festival 2020 Shanghai

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The heavens wept as you plummeted afar.

Once bathed in radiance, now veiled in shame.

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"How strange that the nature of life is change, yet the nature of human beings is to resist change. And how ironic that the difficult times we fear might ruin us are the very ones that can break us open and help us blossom into who we were meant to be." ~ Elizabeth Lesser

Mercy by Chris Mars 2019

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"So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?" ~ Hunter S. Thompson

Hope by Anna Surgan

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Rebecca Leveille-Guay

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Real freedom is the ability to pause between stimulus and response, and in that pause, choose. —Rollo May

Famine by David Seidman

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Leonor Fini

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“Awareness born of love is the only force that can bring healing and renewal. Out of our love for another person, we become more willing to let our old identities wither and fall away, and enter a dark night of the soul, so that we may stand naked once more in the presence of the great mystery that lies at the core of our being. This is how love ripens us -by warming us from within, inspiring us to break out of our shell, and lighting our way through the dark passage to new birth.”

— John Welwood

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"It was a weird bacchanalian scene, with Janice dancing in wild abandon. . ."

Virgil Finlay (1914-1971) - Illustration for Alexander Blade's 'The Silver Medusa'

(Fantastic Adventures Vol.10 #2, February 1948)

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When Her Highness Lioness Was Scared - Neha & Chittaranjan Desai

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“I have only been able to bear the cruelties and abominations of human life by transfiguration: art, poetry, fantasy.”

— Anaïs Nin, from an unpublished diary entry, 1954