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 033 - c1500s Zyanya In a verdant grove, where the infant blossoms of spring did waken, two mothers, cradling babes swathed in linen pure, did meet in tender communion. There, beneath the emerald canopy, as Zephyr's breath did softly stir the leaves, a presence most profound descended upon their tranquil sphere. An otherworldly being, of visage vast and incomprehensible, did materialise, its head like a colossal orb, encompassing the expanse of Heaven and Earth, shrouded in mystery ineffable. With eyes that mirrored the cosmos and the secrets of eternity, it gazed upon the mothers with a mien both serene and sublime. In that gaze, the veil of time was rent asunder, revealing the tapestry of existence in all its non-linear splendour. Past, present, and future intertwined in a dance of scintillant threads, each moment a jewel in the boundless diadem of infinity. The mothers, in awe and trembling, beheld the unfathomable truth, their minds expanding to grasp the eternal now. The being, with gentle grace, imparted its wisdom, showing them the cyclic nature of life's continuum. Their babes, nestled in arms maternal, were seen in manifold futures and histories, their lives a confluence of endless possibilities. Thus, in that hallowed grove, touched by the divine enigma, the mothers were forever changed. The celestial vision bestowed upon them an understanding profound, a glimpse into the sacred fabric of time itself, woven by the hand of an unfathomable Creator.