The alien exhaled a puff of smoke, the thick cloud swirling around its grotesque features. It seemed to take pleasure in the act, the glowing end of the cigar clutched between its spindly fingers. The humans watching from a safe distance could only gape in wonder at the sight before them.
As the alien continued to smoke, its eyes turned towards the sky, the stars twinkling in the darkness above. There was a sense of sadness in its gaze, a longing for a home so far away. The humans couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the creature, so far from its own kind in this strange new world.
But despite its alien nature, there was something familiar about the way it held that cigar, the way the smoke curled around its form. It was a simple act, one that bridged the gap between species, and for a moment, the humans felt a connection with this smoking alien. And in that moment, the universe seemed a little bit smaller, a little bit less lonely.
Image by Ai Junkie
