A symbolic, cinematic illustration of UFO waves mirroring human cultural stress: a vast night sky layered with multiple eras fading into one another — medieval villages, Cold War cities, and modern urban skylines blending seamlessly. Above them, recurring anomalous lights and shapes appear in different forms: fairy lights over fields, classic flying saucers, and modern glowing orbs, all aligned along a wave-like arc. Below, human figures from different eras look up in fear, awe, and confusion.

If UFOs were simply extraterrestrial spacecraft, their appearances should be randomly scattered evenly across history, geography, and culture. But they aren’t. Instead, UFO sightings surge in waves, clustering around periods of profound social, psychological, and existential stress. These waves rise and fall in uncanny synchrony with moments when human societiesContinue Reading

The Holroyd Society hidden base.

[…] the Jedi Temple stood alone. A colossal pyramid with multiple spires rising skyward from its flat top, it sat apart from everything at the end of a broad promenade linking it with bulkier, sharper-edged towers in which solitude and mediation were less likely to be found. Within the TempleContinue Reading

A mythic, symbolic scene depicting a Trojan Horse reimagined as a UFO-shaped construct: a smooth, enigmatic craft-like form made of wood, symbols, and starlight rather than metal, standing at the gates of a human city. The structure is hollow, subtly glowing from within, filled not with soldiers but with floating questions, archetypal symbols, masks, and shifting lights. Onlookers welcome it with curiosity and awe, unaware of its true nature. The atmosphere is dreamlike and allegorical, blending ancient myth with cosmic imagery.

In 1970, computer scientist and ufologist Jacques Vallée published one of the most provocative works in the history of UFO studies: Operation Trojan Horse. His thesis was radical then — and feels eerily prescient now. Vallée argued that UFOs were not extraterrestrial spacecraft, but manifestations of an intelligence that interactsContinue Reading

New Xanadu, coordinates 000.000/000.000/000.000July 5th, 666 EG The door slid open, releasing Princess Virginia’s screams. “I said no! Didn’t you hear me? I don’t want to be examined!” “Please, Highness, don’t be such a baby! It’s your monthly check‑up… it’ll only take a minute…” “Get out of here, doctor! GetContinue Reading

A close-up of a high mountain balcony at sunset, part of a stark, minimalist mansion perched on a cliff — vast rocky peaks in the background, golden-orange light reflecting off a distant alpine lake — a woman stands on the balcony, holding a wool shawl to her chest, gazing solemnly at the horizon — she is fresh-faced, simply dressed, no jewelry except a modest necklace of semi-precious stones — atmosphere of stillness and solitude.

Fillet of a fenny snake,In the cauldron boil and bake.Eye of newt and toe of frog,Wool of bat and tongue of dog,Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,Lezard’s leg and owlet’s wing,For a charm of powerful trouble,Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. (William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I) Starmont, coordinates 91.349/-74.222/000.001JulyContinue Reading

Futuristic rooftop evacuation scene on a burning megastructure at night, intense fire spreading across the rooftop of a massive alien casino complex, smoke and flames billowing into an artificial atmosphere with no wind, terrified crowd of multi-species aliens (humanoids, tentacled beings, reptilians) rushing toward bulky rescue shuttles and police transports, one shuttle marked with imperial police insignia under siege, robocops firing into the crowd, sparks flying, glowing emergency lights, a huge winged alien (k’rell) crashes down onto the cops from above, dramatic lighting, cinematic chaos, fiery skies, a tired human with a stun gun helps a wounded synth girl and small alien children onto the shuttle, dramatic sci-fi, gritty realism, cinematic.

“Hey, Cthulhu!” Uful’lan shouted, suddenly popping out from cover. For a moment, the creature paused its repeated battering of an overturned table, behind which a pair of Cardassians were huddled in terror. As Cthulhu’s attention shifted to the k’rell, its nerve endings flared with a series of crackling purple sparks.Continue Reading