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 046 - c1980s Zorak - Gibbifer Giganticus In the neon-lit nights of 1980s Tokyo, a peculiar friendship blossomed between a Japanese boy named Hiroshi and a blue beetle alien from beyond Betelgeuse named Zorak. Zorak, with his iridescent carapace and bright orange eyes that reflected the retro glow of the city lights, appeared one evening in Hiroshi’s backyard, shimmering like a sapphire under the moonlight. Hiroshi, ever curious and unafraid, approached the strange visitor. "Konnichiwa," he whispered, extending a hand. To his astonishment, Zorak responded with a series of clicks and whirrs, a language that Hiroshi somehow understood, as if a bridge of comprehension had formed between them. Their friendship was a kaleidoscope of surreal adventures. Zorak had the ability to manipulate reality in whimsical ways—turning raindrops into floating orbs of light, making the koi in Hiroshi’s pond swim through the air, and transforming mundane objects into wondrous artefacts of alien origin. Together, they explored hidden corners of the city, places like giant forests that only revealed themselves to those touched by the extraordinary. One memorable night, Zorak took Hiroshi on a journey through time. They soared above Tokyo, past and future blurring together in a dizzying dance. They witnessed ancient samurai battles, the building of the great towers, and a future filled with floating gardens and sky-bound ships. Through it all, Zorak’s presence was a constant, a beacon of otherworldly wonder in the fabric of Hiroshi’s reality. Their bond was unspoken but profound, a fusion of worlds that defied the ordinary. As the 80s drew to a close, Zorak knew his time on Earth was limited. On their final night together, they stood atop a hill, overlooking the city. "I must return," Zorak communicated through a gentle hum. "But our friendship will remain, like a star in the night sky." Hiroshi watched as Zorak’s form shimmered and dissolved into the cosmos, leaving behind a small, blue crystal. It pulsed with a faint glow, a reminder of the adventures they shared. Hiroshi held it close, knowing that his friend from -beyond- was never truly gone, but merely a heartbeat away in the vast, surreal tapestry of the universe.