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 028 - c1950s Zxpliexbqllp the Inquisitor As the train rattled along the tracks under a dim, oppressive sky, young Jakob sat beside his father, clutching his small suitcase with an apprehensive grip. The rhythmic clatter of the Orient Express did little to soothe his unease, for behind them sat an unsettling figure—a giant blue beetle, its feet tapping in a disturbing symphony with the train's wheels. This insectoid alien, an eerie and silent sentinel, had introduced itself with a name Jakob could not pronounce and a title that sent shivers down his spine: an avenger for the countless cockroaches crushed underfoot on these very carriages. Jakob's father, attempting to mask his own dread, answered the creature's probing questions with a forced calmness. The beetle’s giant slitted eyes seemed to penetrate deeper than mere inquiry, delving into their very souls. It spoke in a voice that buzzed with both authority and sorrow, recounting the plight of its kin—innocent lives snuffed out by careless human feet. As the alien's antennae quivered with every word, Jakob felt a profound guilt settle upon him, a heavy burden of collective human indifference. The train journey, once a simple voyage, had transformed into a surreal tribunal where they, mere passengers, stood trial before an alien conscience far removed from their understanding. ... It was an account they only told to people who could keep secrets and they were careful never to step on any insect out of respect and fear that this bizarre inquisitor may appear once more.