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Well damn, some art I never got around to uploading.

I had a dream a while back, where I was in a deep underground settlement with a brilliant obsidian ceiling and flying creatures that were the sole source of light. I remember I was some sort of magic weilding alien, and I had taken the form of a human in order to breach this long sought out place and gather intel from the inside. But being there opened my eyes. We were warring on humans for some long forgotten reason, and I had been sent in solely to destroy from the inside. I lived there for years, in my dream. Learning. Realizing that they were not the enemy.

Later in my dream the black magic spell wore off and I was revealed for the fraud I really was. One of them, a menacing, bio mechanical alien from the stars whose entire species sought to wage war and terror on the universe. I was chased, attacked, ultimately killed. In my dream, I experienced a tide of sorrow. When I awoke, there were tears on my face.

So I played with the concept and designed the alien from the brief bits and pieces I was shown in my dream. The skeshix wage war. It's all they've ever really known. They take over and destroy local populations for their war efforts, they enslave entire species. They use their captured planets to build bigger and better war machines to use on the rest of the universe.

No wonder I was so reviled in my dream.

Why would anyone see anything different in the face of war mongering death? My dreamtime inhabitants certainly didn't, and I don't blame them.

Description
Well damn, some art I never got around to uploading.

I had a dream a while back, where I was in a deep underground settlement with a brilliant obsidian ceiling and flying creatures that were the sole source of light. I remember I was some sort of magic weilding alien, and I had taken the form of a human in order to breach this long sought out place and gather intel from the inside. But being there opened my eyes. We were warring on humans for some long forgotten reason, and I had been sent in solely to destroy from the inside. I lived there for years, in my dream. Learning. Realizing that they were not the enemy.

Later in my dream the black magic spell wore off and I was revealed for the fraud I really was. One of them, a menacing, bio mechanical alien from the stars whose entire species sought to wage war and terror on the universe. I was chased, attacked, ultimately killed. In my dream, I experienced a tide of sorrow. When I awoke, there were tears on my face.

So I played with the concept and designed the alien from the brief bits and pieces I was shown in my dream. The skeshix wage war. It's all they've ever really known. They take over and destroy local populations for their war efforts, they enslave entire species. They use their captured planets to build bigger and better war machines to use on the rest of the universe.

No wonder I was so reviled in my dream.

Why would anyone see anything different in the face of war mongering death? My dreamtime inhabitants certainly didn't, and I don't blame them.