We always imagine that behind the covered things is more beautiful than the beauty of exposed things! .. Fantasy is always cooler than reality

An unforeseen attack is suffering inhabitants of the earth, strange beings from another planet have arrived in a ship firing a series of rays turning everything in their path into stone.  A complete forest has been the first zone attacked, quickly the nearby inhabitants are feeling the bad quality of the oxygen and the smell of sulphur that emanates from the trees transformed into stone.

The beings that invade and attack the Earth are forming a city of stone and activated a force field not to be detected.  However, satellite information has shown abnormal movements in a forested area of the Earth's territory.  The security forces are preparing to investigate what happened. 
 


We may know later what will happen with this invasion.

Hello friend @xpilar, this image is very good, I like the colorful and nuance you give to those small mountains of stones, are like giant mushrooms in a wild and erotic jungle.

Hi @xpilar.

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## Goa
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Al pie del túmulo, con sus incontables arboles Guragui que se elevaban cual brazos al espacio, como tratando de alcanzar aquel mundo que miles de periodos atrás habían perdido, ellos observaban y recordaban a todos los otros que una vez, hace mucho, habían llegado a este nuevo mundo, que les había dado cobijo.

Madre, su planeta de origen, ya habría perecido, su órbita se había desestabilizado producto de la aproximación de una estrella errante, que puso su mundo en un espiran de aproximación a su estrella. Probablemente hoy las nubes de Madre habrán sido barridas por el viento estelar y su superficie, otrora rica en agua y bosques, debía estar arrasada por el intenso calor y las erupciones de plasma.

Su camino desde Madre había sido largo y lleno de penurias, luchas intestinas en su sociedad llevaron a la muerte de muchos durante el trayecto, linajes enemistados, iniciaron una guerra por los espacios en las arcas, los alimentos escasearon y varias de las naves debieron ser abandonadas por el agotamiento de sus reactores.

Pero en buen momento lograron llegar a este nuevo planeta, su atmosfera era casi adecuada para ellos, y sus mares con abundancia de minerales disueltos, eran adecuados para sus especies acuáticas. Les pareció contradictorio que un planeta con tales condiciones, estuviera deshabitado, la Conciencia lo había puesto en su camino, justo cuando su existencia estaba a punto de acabar.

Él y sus otros él, eran la quincuagésima sexta generación de su linaje, sus madres originarias habían llegado a bordo de una de las nueve arcas que lograron completar el viaje desde Madre. Goa, “El regalo de la Conciencia”, era su nuevo mundo y esperaban que así fuera por muchas generaciones, como Madre lo había sido antes.

Aun conservaba las memorias de sus vidas en su antiguo mundo, recordaban a sus antecesores calentar sus cuerpos ante la luz de su estrella, extendiendo sus apéndices para aprovechar todo lo posible la radiación infrarroja, los aromas de las montañas, de arboles Guragui y de la niebla salobre que entre ellos se colaba desde los lagos, los largos periodos de hibernación entre sus otros él en las profundidades de la colmena.

La vida en Madre era tranquila y pacífica, ellos eran pocos, su raza estaba formado por veintisiete linajes y cada uno vivía tranquilamente en su respectiva región, sin embargo, cuando se vieron obligados a compartir arcas en su largo viaje, resurgieron enemistades que siempre se habían creído olvidados. Su tranquila raza, degeneró en una especie belicosa y conflictiva. En una constante lucha por el espacio y la comida.

Al llegar a Goa y encontrarse con un mundo tan amable, estas enemistades quedaron atrás y nuevamente, los sobrevivientes del viaje, ahora reducidos a diecinueve linajes, habían encontrado la paz.

Ahora esta paz, se veía amenazada por la llegada de los humanos, quienes se decían los pobladores originales de Goa. El que las matriarcas hayan decidido dejarlos hacer su voluntad y andar de un lado a otro, escarbando en antiguas edificaciones, no había sido del agrado de algunos linajes y nuevamente las antiguas enemistades surgían entre ellos.

Él y sus otros él, decidieron emprender camino a la colmena, pronto se haría de día y el periodo de maternidad se aproximaba, así que la actividad llegaría a su máximo, debían regresar a resguardar los pasillos del área de la guardería, donde con frecuencia, los infantes se metían en problemas mientras estaban a la espera de sus madres. Al despedirse del túmulo y sus hermosos árboles, deseaban que su especie haya aprendido de aquellos turbulentos periodos en las arcas, cuando estuvieron a punto de exterminarse unos a otros.

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## Goa
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At the foot of the burial mound, with its countless Guragui trees that rose like arms to space, as if trying to reach that world that thousands of periods ago had lost, they observed and remembered all the others that once, long ago, had reached this new world, which had given them shelter.

Mother, her home planet, would have already perished, her orbit had been destabilized as a result of the approach of a wandering star, which put her world in a spiral of approaching her star. Probably today Mother clouds will have been swept by the stellar wind and its surface, once rich in water and forests, must have been devastated by the intense heat and plasma eruptions.

His journey from Mother had been long and full of hardships, internal struggles in his society led to the death of many during the journey, enmity lineages, began a war for the spaces in the ark, food was scarce and several of the ships had to be abandoned by the exhaustion of their reactors.

But in good time they managed to reach this new planet, their atmosphere was almost right for them, and their seas with an abundance of dissolved minerals, were suitable for their aquatic species. It seemed contradictory to them that a planet with such conditions was uninhabited, Consciousness had put it in its path, just when its existence was about to end.

He and his others he, was the fifty-sixth generation of his lineage, their original mothers had come aboard one of the nine ark that managed to complete the journey from Mother. Goa, "The Gift of Consciousness," was their new world and they hoped that it would be so for many generations, as Mother had been before.

They still retained the memories of their lives in their ancient world, reminded their ancestors to warm their bodies to the light of their star, extending their appendages to make the most of the infrared radiation, the scents of the mountains, Guragui trees and the brackish mist that ran through them from the lakes, the long periods of hibernation among his others he in the depths of the hive.

Life in Mother was calm and peaceful, they were few, their race was formed by twenty-seven lineages and each lived quietly in their respective region, however, when they were forced to share the ark in their long journey, resentments that were always They had believed forgotten. His calm race degenerated into a bellicose and conflictive species. In a constant struggle for space and food.

Arriving in Goa and meeting such a kind world, these enmities were left behind and again, the survivors of the trip, now reduced to nineteen lineages, had found peace.

Now this peace, was threatened by the arrival of humans, who said the original settlers of Goa. The fact that the matriarchs decided to let them do their will and walk from one place to another, digging in old buildings, had not been to the liking of some lineages and again the old enmities arose among them.

He and his others he, decided to make their way to the hive, soon it would be day and the period of motherhood was approaching, so the activity would reach its maximum, they had to return to guard the corridors of the nursery area, where frequently , the infants got into trouble while they were waiting for their mothers. As they bid farewell to the tumulus and its beautiful trees, they wished that their species had learned from those turbulent periods in the ark, when they were about to exterminate each other.

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Thanks for your support @xpilar, I hope this story has been to your liking

What a wonderful drawing this wonderful you are great digital imagination art ever

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Hello @xpilar, nice to meet you again. Your digital image is very good. I like it very much. according to my description of your digital image, this shows that achieving success requires struggle. just like your digital image. there is a bridge above it, and underneath there are many sharp objects.

therefore to achieve success must take the risks that exist. But when someone does not want to achieve success, then most likely he will fall down and be exposed to sharp objects.

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Although fictional and imaginative, it has a beautiful and distinctive meaning @xpilar
Imagination is a private world that is made in the subconscious mind comes as a wish we have not yet happen Vntsour events before it happens or in the event we make a scenario of his own fantasy because it has no basis of existence and tangible reality in our virtual world is the simplest definition of the imagination and The most famous examples of fiction are American science fiction films. These films are based on visions of the future and the developments in science and technology, in the environment in which people live and other things, but this is not the main subject.Imagination, but it was an example of the expression of imagination and what it means and is often associated with the imagination of the future because we put a vision of things that may occur and may not occur, if we thought it will certainly occur in this case does not call imagination but the perception and development and planning either in the case of a virtual perception may occur and may not happen Or will never happen here we use the formula of imagination because it is not concrete now or later no one knows.
Sometimes the imagination may make you smile from the bottom of your heart.
Forgetfulness is the training of imagination to respect the reality.
Addicted to the abuse of imagination when we do not satisfy reality.
Even if it was just fantasies enough that it pleased me every day.
We have another life in fiction.
There is nothing wrong with the imagination as long as it makes us happy.
When we do not satisfy reality, we regret the use of imagination.
In the imagination of every female man loves him, wish him, waiting for him, may meet him and may meet others keep that man who has mastered live in her imagination forever.
We love fantasy because it comes as we like.
Fantasy is a wonderful feeling, but we can not live it.
Sayings about imagination

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lovely picture that takes after the outside of space 

The seven-year-old Janet realized that the day would come when the sun would ascend on her, and her body would not resemble every one of the young ladies. Her ears developed at morning and came back to typical at night. Her hair had a light shaft running into dim regions, Janet did not spread her mystery to her mom, Nor to her companions at school who might regularly be cynical to the point that she wanted to keep her mystery, yet she couldn't acclimate to it sooner or later. The tale of Janet started when she and her folks went to the stream of dread that goes through her remote town from the west. The grandmas in that town were informing the shocking stories concerning the waterway that if the sun was absent on one side of the stream, When Janet came to hurrying that night, Janet demanded testing the narratives of the elderly people men. She remained by the stream for a considerable length of time after dusk, and just snickered at it until the waterway turned into a blue article not as terrifying as a Janet young lady to flee. The eyes of the blue item are flooding with a great deal of empathy and sympathy , And Janet was gazing at what was going on. At the point when the item drew nearer Janet from each side and afterward lifted it with his two hundred hands for twenty meters starting from the earliest stage's, pulse started to quicken with dread, yet this inclination did not keep going long. Janet came back to the giggle that she chuckled when she sat close to the waterway, the article was tickling from each side to snicker, making a wellspring of water and sitting over it, the tyke felt that she might want to remain with the stream that nobody has ever observed or played with him, Before coming back to his ordinary condition of need to leave home, and return the following day after nightfall, yet left without restoring the following day. In transit back to the house, Janet felt that her heart was loaded with bliss, while the developments of the blue article started to be loaded up with cleverness and diversion. Before she finished her dementia and her franticness with her self, her mom's voice originated from the house and was postponed, believing that her inquisitive tyke She took another course to go to her companion before she came back to the stream. From that point forward, Janet has stirred from her rest to the sound of her ears as she becomes bigger, as she purposely goes to the cellar to appreciate the light of her hair, swinging her hips and arms, and after that into crazy chuckling for a few minutes. One day Janet chose to come back to the stream after the sun , After much exertion to influence her mom to go to a companion's birthday party close to the waterway. Janet Sanda sat on a tree alongside the waterway trusting that the sun will pull far from the removed slopes. At the point when the water subsided, the water retreated into the stream, and afterward started to accumulate once more. At that point the item went out to Janet once more. When the item came back to its typical state, Janet rushed to hole up behind a tree. The elderly person showed up in highlights that were not unmistakable due to the obscurity. Be that as it may, the impression of the evening glow and the stars on the outside of the waterway demonstrated the highlights of the elderly person with a ton of distress. Begin sitting on h FH waterway, at that point started to cry approaching the spirits of their misfortune by suffocating in the stream as it appeared to them. Janet felt exceptionally dismal, and expected that the narrative of the man is genuine, as he dreaded to be pulled by the waterway close to the spirits he took previously, soon after he got what was normal, the stream turned out and gulped the man, Janet needed to quietness her breath after seconds, couldn't bear The scene of the scene, as the waterway object moved toward it, after the man pulled back to him, and did not vary before the landing of the elderly person, he endeavored to pet once more, which Janit did not acknowledge, if home crying, and came back to the waterway from that point forward, Much pity, miracle and dread: For what reason am I explicitly? Janet raced to her in the wake of seeing her ears grow up, and Janet educated her mom of the reason she had been bolted for a considerable length of time.

Digitally so fantastic always exploring something new :D

This is real digital art and the flight of your fantastic thought shows me how your imagination can see this world on the edge of the universe!

I don't know what to say for your picture, which in my opinion is a good work of art.This picture that is full of fantasy definitely needs art skills to make and understand it..
Thanks @xpilar and friends

The mountain peak of the gods,
Only in the mountain peak of gods, set up their own god monuments,
Is the god recognized by the universe,
Can get weighted,
Let your own god power be more brilliant,
Spread your own road.
The gods tried their best to set up their own god monuments.
Competing with each other.
One day,
a god on the mountainside,
suddenly,
Whistling out,
Bring a colorful glow,
Boarded the Top of mountain ,
Become the king of the gods.
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以上是翻譯
以下是原文
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眾神之巔,
唯有在眾神之巔,立下自己的神碑,
才是宇宙所共認的神祇,
能得到加權,
讓自己的神力更加的輝煌,
傳播自己的道.
諸神紛紛想盡辦法立下自己的神碑,
彼此互相競爭者.
某日,
一位位於山腰間的神祇,
忽然之間,
呼嘯而出,
帶起一片彩霞,
登上了山巔,
成為了眾神之王.

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