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“Lavender Bloom” – Various Works Of Eugenia Bellodi

Back then he was king
Leading an empire of hope
In deepest darkness.

“Butterfly In The Darkness” by Eugenia Bellodi

But soon the lights struck
Convincing him to smoothen
Contrasts of beliefs.

“Twister” by Eugenia Bellodi

Understanding the
Gloomy emptyness around
Brought nothing but fears.

“Flowers Of The King” by Eugenia Bellodi

Pictures by Eugenia Bellodi, poem by Jonathan Falk.

“Reversal VI” – François Morvillier

I see pink flesh and
A soul leaving the origin,
The humans unbroken. (jf)

“Reversal VI” by François Morvillier

“Lavender Bloom” – Various Works Of Eugenia Bellodi

With closed eyes I saw
Fishes swimming to the night
Into lunar lights.

“Dreams Of Fishes” by Eugenia Bellodi

Is this my brain that
Messes my sick perception
Or just illusion?

“Fragmented Brain” by Eugenia Bellodi

Fishes may be my
Leaders and in the moon lie
Long lost comradeship.

“The Solitary Moon Is Mine” by Eugenia Bellodi

Pictures by Eugenia Bellodi, poem by Jonathan Falk.

“Fairy Tale I” – François Morvillier

Special kids with skills:
Dragon slayer, shape shifter,
The infrared, us. (jf)

“Fairy Tale I” by François Morvillier


“Centauri Theta” – Jonathan Falk

My 100th exploration mission! Time to celebrate. This planet is a beauty, only lifeforms here are algae. They consume dried lava. A day here lasts 42 earth years, when night comes they die under a wave of quicksilver fog. My task is collecting data for a possible mining project. Actually I am sure this is a great opportunity to take some nice VR-photos. Time to concentrate.

To not lose my orientation on the fractalic surface of Theta, I follow the sun. This snow-covered mountain comes in sight. Devices measure its height to 65.000 feet – what a giant. I catch the moment tons of quicksilver ice are blown away by a carbondioxid windburst. A tiny earthquake follows, scaled 3.2, and winds calm down. The kids will love my pictures…

Concentration of algae in that 2 miles wide river is very high. I don’t fear to sink neither have to use my jumpsuit, I just walk over the water. Slowly I believe we should harvest those plants first, because they contain different metals and proteins, they are everywhere and easy to collect, scans force this impression. Wish I could take off my helmet and smell the air coming from those deep purple valleys. I laugh, I would suffocate and my eyes would implode. Not my favourite death. Pressure on sealevel is actually 65 Bar. In 200 years this may be a nice holiday planet.

At first it was a stunning view over the huge crystal-like quicksilver ocean. Much too late I realized the mess, that the red blinking lamp was showing me. The ongoing winds have brought spores over spores to block ventilation system of the suit. Man, I told boss of machinery to care this problem… Instruments say I have 30 minutes until total decompression. Damn. I just can send an SOS-signal and press thumbs. Gosh, I am thinking of my beautiful wife and my two caring husbands. Will I ever see them again? My skin is itching heavily.

I have switched on some classical earth music called drum’n’bass to calm my nerves and, in worst case, I would have a soft ending. My eyelids felt heavy and colours played a funny game with my visual perception. Then it happens… I don’t know what this Andromedian freighter brought here, but it is last hope. Would those smugglers care? Or just steal my technology? When their anti-gravitational arm is grabbing me, warmth floods my body and I lose consciousness.

I open my eyes in a decompression chamber and take a last view on Centauri Theta. They haven’t killed me. The smugglers say they bring me to spacestation Lambda Criolis hoping for a expense allowance. I believe them, lucky me… Sure United Planets Administration will pay, cause they know the importance of my exploration. My name is Shania McSingh and in the 247 years of my life I never felt this eager to see my beloved again. And to take a bath…