Will try keep these to no more than 200 words. Today the photo below was posted:
Nostrils flared and thin slits of bright yellow eyes blinked as they surveyed the unexpected scene below, glittering embers from the fire spiralling into the night, the fiery gold-red shards mixing with the stars of a million unexplored galaxies.
Well, unexplored to these creatures, came the thought, accompanied by a low guttural snarl. Green blue scales rippled in the dying light and a small red panel blinked on a wrist communicator. He punched in coordinates, confirming his location for extraction, and melted into the night and continued to watch.
Living hidden amongst them these many years had shown him their capacity for love, their ability to create from nothing great works of art, and he sighed as he reflected on the wonder of this young and beautiful race.
He had seen the best in them and smiled as he thought of the potential of these people.
But those before him were not those people.
Tonight, when the seventh reconnaissance fleet tore through the atmosphere and filled the skies with death, snuffing out their light and claiming the resources of this world for the First Galactic Emperor, he would sleep like a child at its mothers bosom.
But no, these were not those people. These were hipsters, and he would not miss them at all.