As I pass through my kitchen (with my feet) and slide open the glass door to outside (with my Mynd) — my cybfelid sentinel gives me a searching look. I feel a bit of aetheric myndclutter being vacuumed away by its intense gaze and breathe a small sigh of relief. "Thank you, Bruno. I have been accumulating much mynd-dross maintaining this etheric protection bubble around the sanctuary these past moons." Bruno wriggles his emotive tail expressively in reply, and I proceed to my Indent upon the back porch.

I had burned this seat into the magical mahogany wood of the deck with some well-refined Hyas flame — I prefer to sit on something low to the ground while I do protection bubble-work. Indryss had taken it upon her sarcastic self to paint with hueberry ink vibrant stripes of black and yellow in complex geometric patterns upon the place where my buttocks rested — implying, I am sure, that the wood should be cautious of the bulk which would so often torment it. Insufferable woman! Yet, I had to grin each time I returned to my vigil. Wonderful woman!

It is a cheery Vekkian day that greets me. Even before I flick on my essence-vision, there is an overwhelming sense of aliveness in the direct surroundings of our Chimral Sanctuary. So friendly and vivacious it seems with the midday morphing buzz of astral insects, bright clatter of birdsong, and rustle of unseen mammal-life that I feel ridiculous, momentarily, to be expending so much life-force upon maintaining this energetic barrier. However, painful memories of recent offworld energy-sear jolt me back to seriousness and my silly, beatific grin melts in the warm sun. Let's get bubbling...

moonstream downflow, Xhonglu cold cerulean laughter pooling, flooding, overflowing — meeting the neon green fire of my hyper-compressed love-bubble. Seafoam sparks, melting into unreal smoke at the boundary. Hoverdrones caught in the crossfire: I can hear their minuscule insectoid screams in my enhanced essence-vision senses.

Perhaps the body grimaces as it perceives the battle? Aetheric numbing of half-detachment from mortal vessel. Floating, soaring, expanding — my heart is full of exuberance and terror. High, high up, crystal spears of jagged amethyst assemble themselves into clusters, aiming at the gaping wound at the zenith of my Bubble. See them? No, yet I can hear the inter-dimensional electricity sizzle.

Wherefore these weapons? What world where the smog of War swirls incessant, overlipping its own cauldron, until the destructive implements begin to coalesce in the Vekkian atmosphere? Xhonglu Astawroth cruelty, the voidlaser crackles where spacetime has been rent open, an arrowslit in the austere castle of Objective Reality. I brace myself for the inevitable impact of the next onslaught and see black-and-yellow caution signs paint themselves on my dimming vision. Cosmic Woman!

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Original writing and images
by Daniel Pendergraft
— created for HIVE —
published on April 21st, 2022
to Alien Art Hive Community.
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_{Writing is fully original
and can be considered a first draft/blueprint
towards eventual completion of a finished piece
shared and preserved immutably on blockchain.}
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_{Images are original smartphone photographs
taken with iPhone 8+ and processed
using Deep Dream Generator
with custom style images.}
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