Beyond started with a dream. You know the one. Aliens are landing and you have to hide where they won't find you. You have to outsmart them. Can you? Is there time? You have to find the perfect hiding spot; somewhere absolutely foolproof. But first there is something or someone you have to find. You make your way down hallways, up stairs, down stairs, but you just can't find whatever it is, and you are not sure where to go. Time is running out! Beyond is what I picture, or close to it anyways; this big bright thing in the sky, with the inside kind of exposed. It's still pretty far away, perhaps behind some kind of building or barrier (hence the fence), and the light shines through the trees, silhouetting them perfectly, almost defiantly, until the pine needles begin to melt. Okay, maybe not a dream, more like a pretty nightmare.
- Thu, Apr 25, 2019