Visitors 101 Our most distant cousins have been visiting us for millennia. It is only in relatively recent history since the invention of the camera that their surprisingly friendly visitations have been documented on film. Previously humans relied on written accounts or artistic depictions, some of which we hope to show you should they be released to us soon. However this evidence, when it occasionally surfaces is quickly confiscated or ridiculed and labelled as a hoax, so amazingly these visits remain merely a myth until this day. In dusty boxes hidden in shady museums and secure facilities these pictures are mostly hidden away indefinitely until someone discovers them and is brave enough to leak them onto the internet and into public consciousness. Here is our first batch of pictorial documentation of these visitors throughout the ages. Visitor 070 - c1970s Mr Cuddles In a quiet park, somewhere in the 1970s the sun filters through the trees, casting long golden shadows. A little girl, no older than six, stands with her hands on her hips, her expression one of intense focus. Before her looms a massive, impossibly fluffy spider-like creature - Mr. Cuddles. His oversized googly eyes twitch nervously as faint ripples distort the air behind them. Time is unravelling. The girl stomps her foot. “Blimpy-noggin twisksnap, Cuddly-bop?” Mr. Cuddles lets out a deep, warbling trill, his fur shuddering as he shifts his massive weight from one leg to another. “Brrrff - nooogggh! Pibblewobble fluxity too snizzle!” The girl groans, pressing her small hands to her temples. “Snizzle not snuzzle, Cuddly! Must re-ping the whoosh-band or splinkers go bonk!” Mr. Cuddles wiggles his appendages wildly, his entire form vibrating with distress. “Brr-whoop! Tizzy-foo, tizzy-foo!” The air around them crackles, the ripples growing stronger - something, or someone, is trying to force their way through. The girl’s eyes dart toward the disturbance. She grabs a fistful of Cuddles’ fur and pulls herself close. “Shhh... Zippy-zoopies near. Snoodle fast!” A shadow flickers at the edge of reality. Mr. Cuddles’ eyes widen. In a blur of motion, his massive body folds inward, his fur rippling like water as he wraps the girl in his many limbs. With a deep, resonant whomp, the world around them implodes. The grass, the trees, the sky itself stretch and fold like film caught in a projector reel. Then - nothing. Silence. The shadowed figures arrive a second too late. The ripples in time settle. Mr. Cuddles and the little girl are gone.