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Situation - The Tempest’s Reflection JB , a spaceship pilot, has been placed into a cryo cocoon to revive and transform his life essence. Inside the cocoon, he experiences his mind as a "relentless tempest of clashing thoughts, swirling and churning, mirroring the furious chaos outside of the machine." JB also sees his older self trapped in the same transitory state. The Storm in my Looking Glass A cinematic close-up of JB’s face behind the curved glass of the cryo-cocoon . The glass reflects not the room but a "relentless tempest" of swirling dark clouds and lightning , symbolising his churning thoughts. In the storm's reflection, a ghostly older version of JB is visible, trapped and silent, mirroring the pilot's current state. Cryogenic Rejuvenation Chamber - Night This trapped specter is the true mirror of our pilot's current, suspended state: a mind caught between two ages, the man he was refusing to be silenced, terrified of the man he is about to ...

  Vision I - The Violet Firestorm Cryo Chamber — The Silent Scream Psychological isolation A lone cryo pod floating inside a dim spacecraft bay . Inside, a male space tourist is cocooned tightly in glowing nanofiber restraints , frozen mid-thrash.  JB's mouth is open in a scream that makes no sound. Cryogenic mist swirls like incense around him. Violet light leaks into the chamber from an unseen cosmic force , casting long shadows across the pod’s curved surface. The mood is mournful, ritualistic, and terrifyingly calm. Ultra-cinematic sci-fi , photorealistic detail , volumetric lighting , deep shadows. Full Assault — Violet Firestorm Explosive, internal chaos A surreal psychological vision: a male pilot encased in a glowing cocoon of nanoweave , thrashing violently as violet fire erupts around him. Flames are not literal fire but energy — psychic, electric, and cosmic — exploding from behind his eyes. The background collapses into a massive black-violet anomaly with swirl...

  Breathless Strapped in an Alien Cocoon The air... where is the air? The room is sucking it out. It’s blue. It’s cold. It’s the color of drowning. No... no, no, no. Don't touch me! Get it off! The linen... it’s shrinking! It’s sewing my skin together! I can’t... I can’t expand my chest! WAKE UP! MOVE! DAMN IT, MOVE! My hands! They’ve cut off my hands! Why can’t I reach the glass?! SOMEBODY HELP ME! Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe. It’s tight. It’s a snake. It’s crushing my ribs. Tastes like copper... tastes like blood. BREAK! SHATTER! Why is there no sound?! I’m screaming my throat raw but the silence is eating me alive! BK! KATCHA! No! Don’t sleep! The needle... the ice! It’s killing the pilot! If I close my eyes, I unspool! I fall apart! Stay awake, you coward! STAY AWAKE! Spinning. Everything is spinning. The floor is gone. The gravity is wrong. I’m falling up! I’m falling into the black hole! LIES! That’s not real! That’s a ghost! My mind is snapping! I’m looking a...

Discover the Sanctuary of Shifting Mirrors Prepare for a Visual Odyssey Beyond Imagination Dive into the mesmerising world of The Sanctuary of Shifting Mirrors , the next instalment from the Space Tourist Chronicles . This ground-defying graphic novel invites you to explore a universe where memories hold power and identities morph like the flicker of a dying star. Why You Can't Miss This Experience: Stunning Artwork : Immerse yourself in breathtaking visuals that bring the neon skies and chrome-lit sanctuaries to life. Every page is a masterpiece that will captivate your senses. Intriguing Storyline : Journey alongside drifters, dreamers, and digital ghosts as they navigate a labyrinth of shimmering illusions. The story will keep you on the edge of your seat with every twist and turn. Compelling Characters : Meet a cast of unforgettable characters, each grappling with their own reflections and secrets. Discover who—or what—they become as they chase the truth across forgotten wor...

 The Sanctuary of Shifting Mirrors The Space Tourist Chronicles (book two) Author:  John Bennett AKA JJFBbennett   Kindle edition out soon After the profound discovery of the Sunrise Tree , the crew of the Subi seeks a simple respite at the legendary Rumour Mill . But this 'stop and revive' station is no mere diner. It's a sanctuary of shifting mirrors and liquid reality , where the greatest temptation isn't on the menu. When a simple reflection offers a glimpse into a life of forgotten comforts, the crew must learn that in a place that trades in dreams, the price of indulgence is memory itself. Podcast:  https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLXaHuXMcUMrhIzfjKlj9clJCOfOlb5B5B  Meta TV: https://www.facebook.com/watch/100063480315046/1020837046583872/ Blogger: https://www.jjfbbennett.com/2025/09/the-space-tourist-chronicles-book-one.html FB Subscriber Hub https://www.facebook.com/share/g/1AycZvNRzH/ Tags #art # Spacestation # scifi #fictionalworld #story # ar...

 The Cosmos Room The Space Tourist Chronicles: Station One narrative The Space Tourist Chronicles  playlist The Space Tourist Chronicles Station One narrative details specific locations and the challenges inherent in traversing the cosmos. Rumour Mill Stopover Station Function: Billed as a "stop and revive" sanctuary, offering "respite and rejuvenation during cosmic journeys." It serves as a hub for "caffeine and herbal revitalizers" and ship services. Aesthetic and Experience: It's a "dreamlike haven" with "soft, ethereal light" and "intricately detailed and ornate walls," blending "retro-futuristic aesthetics with organic, flowing lines." It offers "personalised environments" including "Dreamscape Suites" and "zero-gravity meditation gardens." Reality Perception: The station challenges perception, with mirrors acting as "shimmering gateways" to memories or visions, whe...

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Skipping through Dystopia on way to Utopia A lone figure moves with an unsettling grace in the dim twilight of a decaying city, where the remnants of civilisation stand as silent witnesses to their demise. Each step taken amidst the desolation seems to mock the essence of existence as if moving forward is a futile rebellion against the oppressive weight of being. The air is thick with the stench of rust and decay, a tangible reminder of the absurdity that permeates this forsaken world. As the figure advances, the surrounding gloom intensifies, the shadows growing longer and more oppressive. The skeletal remains of the old world loom ominously, their presence a stark reminder of the inescapable reality of existence. Yet, amidst this suffocating despair, there is a fleeting, almost imperceptible shift where the oppressive darkness gives way to a horizon bathed in a cold, indifferent light. The figure pauses, gazing back at the path traversed, a journey marked by the relentless confrontat...

  Decent into the Valley Below The Dream We descended from the heights of the medieval town, winding down narrow cobblestone paths that led toward the valley below, where the bustling city awaited. The sun cast warm light on the weathered stone walls, illuminating our way as we ventured further. The weight of the sky pressed down around us as if challenging us to dream bigger. We shielded our eyes from the brightness, shaking off the lingering fatigue of our evening’s wanderings, and made our way toward the distant sound of the river flowing. This powerful promise resonated like a distant heartbeat. The air carried with it the scents of earth and stone mixed with something more—perhaps the taste of adventure or the thrill of escaping the confines of the town we had known so well. The Reality We descended from the little rented room, four floors up, with the sun bouncing off the plaster walls. The weight of the sky pressed down on us as if daring us to dream bigger. We squinted, sho...