Take a look outside; at the war the trees sway, the birds fly, and the sky moves. Look at its elaborate design. Breathe in the air around you, listen to the sounds around you. Look at the beauty and experience vividness as its finest and write about what you think, what you feel, and what you see. What does the world outside make you feel? How does this associate with your emotional state? What beauties can you make out in the world around you, and in turn make out within yourself? There are no limits to your creativity! Just share!

Transmordian Phase Shift Spiders

It’s morning on the sector base. Everything is silent, save for the murmur of the helium compressor that comes from the aft quadrant of the craft. It needs to run all the time or things go terribly wrong, according to the engineers who know far more about the subject than me. They are undoubtedly asleep in their quarters since they trust that the truce will hold, but I do not. The skies are clear and the fourth moon is cresting the horizon, a perfect day for flying into battle regardless of the temporary pause of the interstellar conflict at hand. But suddenly a silvery web catches my eye and then I see it: a Transmordian phase shift spider has setup shop between the radar antenna and the laser canon pod. Already I can see that some petal bugs are stuck in the web and, as if on cue, the spider works it’s magic and becomes visible, emits an orange neon glow, then goes invisible again. And then there are two more I didn't notice at first, both fade into view, flash neon orange, then disappear. I learned as a child that phase shift spiders spin webs of titanium silk, a material prized for its beauty and durability; used to make everything from body armor to the most splendid evening gowns. And somehow these spiders evolved to survive and even thrive in the cold radiation of outer space. Life will find a way.