“Krampus and the Aliens: A Winter Tale from Area 52”

Broadcast live from the snow-covered desert, where the stars look a little too close for comfort…

“Good evening, listeners. As winter tightens its icy grip on the Mojave, strange hoofprints and interstellar boot tracks have appeared outside Area 52’s perimeter fence. Some say it’s a prank. Others whisper it’s a cosmic collaboration: Krampus… and the aliens.”

When Krampus Met the Cosmos

Witnesses claim a shimmering portal opened near the Basement Club during the Winter Solstice party and Laternenfest. From it emerged a towering horned figure, dragging chains that clanked in alien harmonics. The crowd froze until one alien, perhaps mistaking Krampus for a long-lost comrade from Tau Ceti, offered him a slice of meteorite pizza.

“It was beautiful,” said DJ Bun G Chord, adjusting his goth headgear. “He nodded, took the slice, and the lights dimmed like… cosmic approval.”

 Naughty List Upload

Sources close to the SEGI Project confirm that Krampus was quickly fascinated by the aliens’ technology. Reports indicate he’s begun digitizing the Naughty List by uploading names to the Area 52 mainframe. Rumor has it that those who ghosted their friends or broke group chat rules have been flagged for “galactic review.”

“It’s not punishment,” said Dr. Parallax, appearing briefly through a glowing vortex. “It’s behavioral calibration.”

Holiday Spirit, Alien Style

Instead of coal, the aliens hand out crystalline memory orbs that replay your kindest acts. They say it’s a form of moral data exchange. Krampus, however, prefers more traditional methods.
“He’s old-school,” laughed Rachel, wiping marshmallow snow off her jacket. “The aliens say he’s chaotic neutral.”

“So, whether you’ve been naughty, nice, or merely interdimensional, keep an eye on the skies and your stockings. This winter, Krampus and the aliens are collaborating for the greater good... or at least, for the better party.”

“Lanterns Beyond the Stars: Area 52 Hosts Its First Laternenfest”

Filed by Rachel Orbit, Cultural Correspondent

“As autumn deepens and the last pumpkin lights flicker out, the aliens at Area 52 have discovered a new Earth tradition that glows with promise: Laternenfest. But in true Area 52 fashion, it’s not just about lanterns… It’s about light, frequency, and questionable fire safety.”

The aliens have lined the dusty walkways with softly humming lanterns that float a few centimeters above ground, fueled not by candles but by bioluminescent plasma orbs harvested from friendly jelly beings under Moonshadow Motors.

Children, humans, and extraterrestrials alike carry paper lanterns shaped like stars, rockets, and suspiciously well-rendered cats.

Anjelikka, dressed in a silver coat trimmed with white light ribbons, declares:

“We wanted to learn something warm from Earth. Lanterns are memories that don’t usually explode.”

Instead of singing traditional songs, participants hum in harmonic waves. The sound resonates across the desert, syncing faintly with the static hum of the Area 52 towers.
When the notes align, the sky briefly turns violet and gold, a gentle echo of The Violet Sky Phenomenon from earlier transmissions.

At the center of the celebration, Dandy ladles steaming Lentil & Starlight Soup for guests, explaining solemnly,
“Every lantern represents a story… and maybe a misplaced spoon.”

DR. PARALLAX COMMENT: “Humans call it Laternenfest. We call it The Gathering of Gentle Photons. It’s a reminder that even light enjoys a party.”

As the night ends, alien-cats chase drifting lanterns into the dunes, tails glowing faintly like comets.

Lanterns rise where the night winds play,
Little lights drift far away.
Through desert hush and silver hue,
They float with wishes old and new.

The aliens hum a soft refrain,
A melody from another plane.
Their lanterns shimmer, green and gold,
With stories Earth has never told.

Anjelikka smiles, her lantern bright,
Guiding hope into the night.
Across two worlds, the glow rings true

Get your FREE lantern at Area 52.

“Laternenfest at Area 52, where even the stars carry candles.”

Why Winter Is Too Harsh for Aliens (“Save an alien. Buy a gacha.”)

They completely misunderstood snow. They arrived thinking fluffy white stuff = marshmallows → delicious! Then they touched it… "Marshmallow is cold. Marshmallow hurts. Marshmallow… lies.”
Now they glare suspiciously at every bag of Jet-Puffed.

Their bodies are made for warmer galaxies. Their home planet’s average temperature: 78°F, year-round.
“WHY IS YOUR AIR TRYING TO FREEZE OUR JUICES?!”
They tried to fix the cold problem by wearing:
pool floaties
bathroom towels
plastic grocery bags as boots

They learned two things:

These are not clothes. Humans laugh way too easily.

Every time it snows, they shriek:

“The sky is shedding frozen dandruff! TAKE COVER!”

Area 52 now has a “No Screaming at the Weather” rule.

Hot chocolate is… confusing
They thought marshmallows had finally returned with a warm attitude. Then they melted. Cue alien trauma.

The Winter Survival Plan:
Sell more gachas = buy thick Earth sweaters
Create fake marshmallow snow: edible AND warm
Petition humans to move Earth closer to the sun
Capture a space heater (or three)

UFOh My Gacha Store — Season of Giving Deals! 

The aliens have scanned Marketplace prices… and laughed. Why pay more out there when the best steals are at Area 52?
Gachas from 5L to 500L
New cosmic crates arriving throughout the season
Collect the Weird. Trade the Wonderful.

Be kind. Be curious. Be abducted by bargains.
Fly to Area 52 and grab gifts before they vanish into the void!

“Save an alien. Buy a gacha.”

“Aliens Open a Gacha Store to Fund Winter Clothes”

Filed by: Casey (returned from fragment backup) AKA Marksmallow Man
Broadcast Status: Cozy, financially responsible

Casey (on-air, with a mug of suspiciously glowing cocoa):

The Aliens, still recovering from last week’s ‘marshmallow incident’ that ended up being… snow, have opened their very first HUMAN-APPROVED business!”

“Temperatures are dropping across the cosmos, and aliens at Area 52 are experiencing, believe it or not, their first winter chill. Their solution? A brand-new UFOh my Gacha Store, raising funds for essential seasonal needs: thermal void-parkas, anti-gravity mittens, scarves that purr (yes, those ones require feeding)”

Anjelikka, Fashion Commander: “Darling, winter is just a poorly dressed season. We’re here to fix that.”
She is also asking that no one attempt to scan the coats again. Alfred multiplied again.

You will find all sorts of things here in the store. Some from faraway places in the galaxy, others from a thrift store down the street. Of course, there are holiday items; the aliens have no use for those, but we know you love to decorate. The prices are cheap if you compare them to the marketplace. 

“Collect the Weird. Trade the Wonderful!
Dr. Parallax: “Warm aliens are happy aliens. Happy aliens abduct fewer tourists. We consider this a win-win.”

Alien-cats tending the register, stuffing scarves into shopping bags while knocking every eighth item onto the floor on purpose.

“Buy more. Winter is coming. And we have… many necks.

“Marshmallow Crap” Turns Out to Be… SNOW?!

Aliens, unprepared, begin dramatic complaining

When the sugary explosion cleared and scientists realized the fluffy white fallout was just snow, panic at Area 52 took a new form:
Not edible
Not warm
Falling aggressively from the sky

The aliens, who thought Earth clouds simply wept whipped cream when upset, were caught off guard.
Field Interview: K’phlaag, Alien Tourist
How are you handling the cold?
K’phlaag: Badly! My species has one temperature setting: cozy.
Why does the sky freeze and attack you!? Do humans not resent this?

Dr. Parallax issued blankets and thermal socks. Rachel tried to teach the aliens how to make hot cocoa. One alien attempted to hibernate inside the jukebox

Alien Reactions to Snow: “AHHHH my limbs are crunchy!” “It burns… but backward!” 
Ate snow. Got mad.  Used it to build “Snowman Overlords.” Still convinced it’s marshmallows 

The cold has caused tractor beams to hiccup. UFO engines to sneeze. Abducted cows to be returned with scarves.
Quote from a confused cow:
“Moo?” (Translation: Why me again?)

⚠️ Public Advisory from the Aliens

“Please deliver hot pizzas to designated saucers. Pepperoni warms the soul.”

WTTQ SPECIAL BULLETIN “THE SWEETEST INVASION”

Filed from Monty Region: Marshmallow Containment Level: Zero

It started as a perfectly normal night at Area 52:
Lasers… aliens… a suspiciously large mascot looming at the Retreat. Then:

KABOOM.

The Stay Puff Marshmallow Man(AKA Casey) detonated like a dessert supernova, coating everything from the teleport pads to the Zero-G Pizza cart in sticky, sugary fluff. Marshmallow Crap!!!

White puffs drifted like snow. Buildings wore frosting like birthday cakes. Anjelikka’s hair? Now a meringue sculpture.

Casey, before she detonated

One alien in a tiny lab coat was overheard saying: “We assumed humans melt under heat, not… this puffy effigy.”

The sticky aftermath caused:
spontaneous s’mores pop-ups
increased laughter
minimum one UFO temporarily stuck to the pavement
42 angry boots glued in place
Marshmallow in jet thrusters
Rachel’s coffee machine now dispenses hot cocoa only

“This white matter is pleasant. But we request it not explode again without warning. Also, please bring crackers.”

So yes, the aliens kinda love it.
But they’re also somewhat concerned that Earth keeps exploding its mascots.

The Great Marshmallow Incident

Interview Subject: Dr. Plibnax Wobbleflorp
Position: Head of Extraterrestrial Culinary Sciences
Species: “Undefined, but adorable” (editorial note)

Reporter (R): Thank you for speaking with us, Dr. Wobbleflorp. First question: What exactly did you think exploded over Area 52?
Dr. Wobbleflorp (DW): We detected a large bipedal sugar construct. Soft exterior. Smile that felt… threatening.
R: Was there panic?

Is this Dr. Wobbleflorp?

DW: Only among those wearing fur.
Sticky fur causes emotional collapse.
R: Humans reacted with surprise and mild delight. How did your people react?
DW: My assistant licked the air.
Several times.
We encouraged this scientific curiosity until his face stuck to the pavement.

R: I see.
DW: He is still there.
R: Is a marshmallow considered a weapon in your world?
DW: Yes. A delicious one. But highly destabilizing.
R: Destabilizing?
DW: Sugar levels skyrocketed. Diplomats became uncomfortably energetic. One of them attempted to hug a security orb. It did not go well.
R: There were s’mores stands popping up. Did you try one?
DW: We sampled. We analyzed. We experienced… what you call… “campfire joy.” It made our hearts wiggle.
R: Final question: Should Earth expect future Marshmallow Men invasions?
DW: If humans continue summoning dessert giants without proper safety protocol? Absolutely. But we will be ready. We now keep giant crackers on standby.
R: Thank you, Dr. Wobbleflorp. Any final message to the human public?
DW: Yes. “Do not anger the confectionery gods.” And please send more chocolate.

WTTQ SPECIAL REPORT “THE ABDUCTION WAS COMPLETE”

Filed by Reine Solera | Monty Region | Unauthorized Transmission

SILENCE. THEN A HUM. THEN NOTHING.
That’s what the witnesses say.

One moment, the dance floor at Area 52 was pulsing beneath green lights and Zero-G Pizza crumbs. The next, a blinding flash from above, a circular void swallowing sound, sight, and sense.

And now? The landing zone is emptier than a server restart.
Dr.Parallax: gone
Anjelikka’s microphone: still warm
Costumes scattered, like shells after a molt
A lone UFO gift card hovering midair, abandoned

The Abduction Halloween Party wasn’t just themed, it was an experiment… successfully executed. A human thank you to all the venues that participated in this by supplying gifts and humor. Thank you to the DJs and live singer "Devon" for providing a ton of intergalactic music throughout the entire month of October. Dr. Parallax, the chief engineer in scripying all the UFOs, is truly a mastermind.

WTTQ intercepts suggest all abductees were transported aboard the 3"I" Atlas. The colossal craft is rumored to oversee the entire SEGI initiative. Their destination? A holding bay labeled only: REHABILITATION: FUN LEVEL 9
Not torture. Not probing. But intensive interstellar partying. Lucky them!!!

We also saw the Stay Puff Marshmallow man disintegrate right in front of our eyes, and the aliens told me that this white stuff will return to Area 52. They called it Marshmallow crap; we humans call it snow. So be on the lookout for Area 52 to turn white and sticky. The aliens also told me they are now opening shop for their winter gear allowance called UFOh my Gacha.

The aliens claim this is for everyone’s own good:
Human festival stamina must improve before contact can go public.

A GLITCHY MESSAGE WAS LEFT BEHIND
From an unknown alien voice, looping in broken English:

“Do not fear.

You danced well.

We upgrade your groove.”

Translation?
Human partying is below galactic standards.

A video was also taken about the abduction and will follow as soon as some of the earthlings get dropped off.

“GET READY FOR TONIGHT’S ABDUCTION HALLOWEEN PARTY AT AREA 52!

“This just in from the edge of the unknown: lights are flashing, portals are humming, and the aliens are dusting off their best disguises! Tonight marks the long-awaited Abduction Halloween Party at Area 52, where Earthly fears meet intergalactic fun!”

Area 52 is glowing in spectral shades of violet and green, and the landing pads have been cleared for incoming saucers. SEGI technicians are recalibrating their teleport arrays to ensure a “smooth and stylish abduction experience,” no lost limbs, no mixed-up costumes, they promise.

Witnesses report that Dr. Parallax is prepping a space set, while Anelikka is tuning up for a haunting performance that will “echo across galaxies. Join us at 5 PM SLT.

” The Alien Culinary Division has confirmed a strange but delicious menu:

Cosmic Pumpkin Pudding is proof that it’s out of this world.
Zero-G Pizza, yes, it floats until you bite.
Meteorite S’mores toasted under a plasma storm.

And rumor has it that the UFOs have been redeployed for one night only, each carrying a secret teleport link to hidden prizes scattered across the region.

Guests are encouraged to come “as their abducted selves,” whether that means a panicked farmer, a stylish space witch, or an undercover Reggiane scout. Remember, the best disguise may attract a probe… or a prize.

“So, whether you’re human, hybrid, or just here for the free snacks, keep your scanners tuned to WTTQ. Because tonight, at Area 52, the only thing scarier than ghosts… is missing the abduction.”

“ALIENS REACT TO THE SHUTDOWN OF BENEFITS”

Filed by Reine Solera, Correspondent for the Western Tracking & Telepathic Quarterly (WTTQ)

“As Earth governments scramble to explain the sudden suspension of benefits, one group remains eerily calm: the alien residents of Area 52. Their response? A mix of logic, cosmic humor, and something strangely… generous.”

"Tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwich-frugal and fast"

When the news reached the outer compound this morning, the aliens gathered under the biodome’s flickering lights. Instead of panic, they began exchanging glowing tokens, crystalline credits said to function like interstellar “trust markers.”

Dr. Parallax translated their message:

“Human systems collapse because they are built on scarcity. Ours are built on resonance. When one loses energy, another gives some back.”

WTTQ cameras caught several aliens charging solar panels and repairing Earth-made vending machines, converting them into “Reciprocity Stations” where visitors can leave what they have and take what they need.

Even the notoriously cryptic entity known as 3i Atlas sent a pulse through the comms grid:

“You measure worth in currency. We measure it in contribution.”

At the Retreat Café, humans and aliens shared food grown in the biodome’s hydro towers, no credits, no cost. “We don’t need benefits when we benefit each other,” said one local technician, eyes glinting with alien light.

SEGI economists are quietly observing these experiments. Sources hint that Area 52’s barter-and-balance model could inspire an “Alternative Human Assistance Network” if the powers that be are willing to learn from the visitors they once feared.

“When systems shut down, it’s easy to despair. But at Area 52, the aliens remind us that cooperation isn’t an emergency plan; it’s survival. 

Share and do not judge!

Reporting live from the Mojave threshold, this is Reine Solera for WTTQ.”

WTTQ EXCLUSIVE REPORT “The Galactic Zoo at Area 52”

Filed by Reine Solera, Special Correspondent for the Western Tracking & Telepathic Quarterly

Something extraordinary and unsettling has emerged behind the shimmering biodome walls of Area 52: a rumored Galactic Zoo.

Eyewitnesses claim to have seen containment fields flickering under violet light, with silhouettes of creatures that look halfway between myth and quantum anomaly: translucent felines, feathered lizards, and something that hums softly in binary.

"I think people imagine the animals, because they've taken Area 52 Gummies."

Dr. Parallax, when pressed for comment, didn’t deny the existence of the zoo but offered a cryptic reply:

“Every world collects what it fears to lose. Earth is no different.”

Inside the restricted sectors, holographic plaques reportedly display coordinates rather than species names, suggesting that each life form represents not just a biological being, but a location in spacetime. Some whisper that the “animals” are echoes of extinct realities, preserved by SEGI researchers during their dimensional experiments.

"No animals here."

⁂¤π∴, speaking through an electromagnetic burst, added:

“You call it a zoo. We call it an apology.”

Visitors to the public side of Area 52 can now access a new observation deck labeled “The Habitat Array.” Officials insist it’s a harmless exhibit. Yet technicians have reported missing containment cubes and unidentified pheromone signatures drifting toward the Retreat.

WTTQ analysts are asking:
Is Area 52 preserving alien species… or imprisoning them?
And if the zoo’s gates ever fail, which side of the glass will we be on?

WTTQ Midnight Inquiry: “Do Aliens Believe in Witches?”

Reported by Reine Solera, live from Area 52.

The question has puzzled even the sharpest human minds, and apparently, a few off-world ones as well. As it turns out, aliens do have beliefs that parallel what we call witchcraft, though they frame it less as “magic” and more as frequency manipulation.

When asked directly, one alien scholar identified only as Zhyr’eth of the Seventh Array replied through a voice modulator:
“You call them witches. We call them Harmonizers. Those who bend light and sound until reality obeys.”

In the cosmic archives (yes, the aliens keep records), witches are seen as early Earth ambassadors, humans who accidentally tapped into the same resonant energies alien civilizations have long studied. The aliens apparently admire the witch’s mix of intuition and science, ritual and rhythm.

Dr. Parallax added, “They don’t believe in witches as superstitions. They see them as misunderstood scientists, the kind who never needed telescopes to see the stars.”

According to ⁂¤π∴, Area 52’s most cryptic visitor, witches and aliens share a universal creed:

“We listen to what cannot be seen, and we see what cannot be said.”

So yes, the aliens believe in witches… but perhaps more accurately, they believe in anyone brave enough to change reality with intention.

“Final Countdown: One Week Before the SEGI Project Closes.

"Get Your Gifts Now”

Filed by: Raine Solara, WTTQ Correspondent

This just in from the Space Event Gateway Initiative at Area 52, better known as the SEGI Project: the countdown has begun. One week remains before the portals close, the ships dock, and the gifts vanish back into orbit. October 31, 2025, is the final day to complete your hunt. We will also celebrate the event closure with a Halloween Abduction Costume Party, starting at 5 PM. Wear a costume, space-related or alien-themed, which may win you some cold, hard Linden cash.

Visitors drift weightlessly through the Moonshadow Motors hangar.
Dandy is handing out last-minute souvenirs labeled ‘Temporal Keepsakes Do Not Shake.’
Anjelikka is standing at the piano-shaped J&R’s Ballroom, surrounded by glowing crates that hum softly when opened.

DEVON: “Each region leaves behind a gift, not a prize, but a memory token. Take what resonates. The rest will dissolve back into data dust.”

DR. PARALLAX: “The closure will be marked by a total sync of all teleport gates. Visitors are advised to exit before the harmonics peak, or risk reappearing slightly… elsewhere.”

ANJELIKKA: “Don’t call it an ending, darling. It’s just a well-dressed goodbye. Area 52 will remain and may transform into a Winter Wonderland Alien-style.”

RAINE SOLARA: “So pack your inventory, feed your alien cats, and step through the gate while you still can. The SEGI Project fades in seven days. After that, only the echoes remain.”

“Broadcasting from the edge of goodbye. Visit SEGI before it disappears.”

“Earth Now Has Two Moons: Is One of Them… Alien?”

Filed by: Trenton Glass, Science Correspondent 

TRENTON GLASS: “Viewers, we interrupt your nightly feed from Area 52 with breaking news from the upper atmosphere: astronomers and at least one very startled alien confirm that Earth is now being orbited by two moons. The second appeared sometime between midnight and 3:13 A.M., depending on whose telescope you trust. A "quasi-moon" called 2025 PN7 will be here until 2083, according to experts. The aliens knew all about this already and are prepared."

More sightings: One familiar moon glowing white. The other… darker, flickering with faint, bioluminescent patterns, as if watching back. A few alien cats stare upward, unimpressed, tails twitching in binary rhythm.

DR. PARALLAX:  “We don’t think it’s a natural satellite. It’s broadcasting faint audio patterns that resemble heartbeat intervals. The sound… responds when you hum near it.”

RAINE SOLARA: “Citizens of Area 52 are calling it The Mirror Moon. Others claim it’s a cloaked vessel, the long-rumored 3i-ATLAS returning home after years in silent orbit.”

ANJELIKKA: “Oh, that second one? She’s not new. She’s remembered. The aliens just stitched her back into the sky where she belonged.”

DEVON: “If that moon is alien… then who’s been controlling the tides all this time?”

TRENTON GLASS: “Until further confirmation, residents are advised not to panic, but maybe check your reflection tonight. If it winks back, congratulations… you’re lunar property now.”

“Stay tuned — we report under every light.”

WTTQ Evening Broadcast Headline: “Never Give Up, Say the Aliens”

 Reporter: Reine Solera, live from Area 52

Stars fade, yet we stay, 

signals lost, but hope still hums.

We never give up. 👽

“Persistence,” declared one of the shimmering figures known only as ⁂¤π∴, “is the closest thing to gravity in your world; it keeps you from floating away.”

After the recent AWS outage, the Hunt for Extragrid Intelligence, and several unexplained pudding-related malfunctions, spirits at Area 52 might have dipped below lunar levels.

But instead of retreating to their ships, the aliens gathered tonight under the purple-lit dome, broadcasting a message through every flickering satellite, shortwave frequency, and Second Life parcel beacon:

“Never give up. Systems fail. Planets freeze. Love glitches. But the signal always returns.”

Eyewitnesses say the beings stood shoulder to shoulder with human technicians and DJs, some wrapped in glowing thermal cloaks, others sipping macchiatos from recycled starlight cups.

Even Dr. Parallax admitted to tearing up when the chorus of human and alien voices joined in an impromptu chant of “Transmission continues!”

Area 52 residents describe it as “a morale reboot,” proof that no matter how many dimensions try to collapse on a Wednesday, the aliens (and the dreamers who follow them) will find a way to broadcast hope back into the void.

WTTQ’s closing note tonight:
“Whether you’re made of atoms or anomalies, remember, don’t log off just yet. The signal’s still strong.

“The Day the Signal Fell Silent”

“When the cloud went dark, even the stars blinked twice.”

That’s how one alien engineer at Area 52 described the global AWS outage yesterday a digital blackout that sent shockwaves from human networks to off-world frequencies.

For Earthlings, it meant lost servers, frozen cash registers, and chaos on social media.
For the aliens, it meant something deeper: a break in communication with the Mothership’s data lattice.

At precisely 09:47 UTC, transmissions from the Alcyone Relay Node sputtered into static.

The aliens’ holographic assistants vanished mid-sentence.
Reports say one of them, codenamed ⁂¤π∴, simply exclaimed, “Reboot the continuum,” before dissolving into a beam of light.

Area 52 technicians and alien collaborators responded fast.
Without access to the cloud, they relied on “bio-quantum routing,” transmitting data through the moisture in the atmosphere, and, in at least one case, a bowl of pudding used as an emergency amplifier.

Dr. Parallax of the SEGI Project called it “a humbling moment proof that even superior species depend on human error.”

By late evening, systems stabilized.

The aliens resumed streaming vintage disco, their interdimensional commerce portal having been rebooted, and life, or something like it, continued. Stay grounded, even when the servers aren’t.

When AWS Went Dark

It started one night, with a flick and a sigh, no pings, no logs, no lights in the sky.
The servers were silent, the dashboards dim, and the aliens panicked, “What happened to him?”

If the cloud controls both Earth and Alcyone…
Who controls the cloud?

No uploads, no streams, their comms were dead,
No messages beamed, no data spread.
They tapped on consoles, they called for aid,
But even the bots were deeply afraid.
Anjelikka sighed, with her glowing mug,
“The humans’ cloud is down, just unplug.”

But they wouldn’t rest, not one gray face,
Without their metrics from cyberspace.

They wandered lost through the moonlit sand,
Trying to reboot by waving a hand.
Till one said softly, “Perhaps, my friend…
We just watch the stars until it ends.” 

And there they sat, in quiet awe,
Aliens undone by a human flaw.
For even in space, as legends grew,
No one escapes an AWS queue.

WTTQ Voice of the Unheard: The Dead Beyond the Retreat

Filed by: Rachel Vega, Field Correspondent

When an alien dies, if “death” is even the right word, it’s said they don’t bury their own in the ground as humans do.
Instead, they return them to frequency.

Beyond the hills where silence sleeps,
Past the veil the twilight keeps,
There lies a field of silver dew
Where the lost still wander, old and new.

At the Retreat cemetery, I like to visit my family.

Their whispers drift through cedar and pine,

Echoes of laughter, distant, divine.
No pain, no fear, no mortal feat,
Just peace for souls beyond the Retreat.

The moonlight hums, the shadows sway,
Guiding the weary who’ve lost their way.
And if you listen, soft and sweet
You’ll hear their dreams, beyond the Retreat. 

At Area 52, witnesses have reported a secluded valley east of the biodomes, marked only by faint violet lights that hover just above the sand. The locals call it The Resonance Field, a kind of cemetery, but not one of earth or stone.

There, the aliens release the remains into low-frequency vibration chambers. The energy, what they call the soul tone, is transmuted into light and sound.
Each “burial” becomes a note in an eternal, expanding symphony that hums beneath the stars.

Sometimes, late at night, people claim to hear faint melodies in the static songs of those who’ve departed.
Others say these tones guide new arrivals to the same field, as if the dead are calling the living home.

The Retreat Cemetery is located to the right of the main entrance of the Retreat. Why not check it out and spend some silent moments here? The ghosts are friendly.

“Halloween Abductions Expected in Area 52”

October 31, 2025, to complete the SEGI Project...

“Good evening, Earthlings and whatever else might be listening. WTTQ has confirmed multiple tractor-beam sightings over Area 52. Authorities say it’s not an emergency, it’s a party, starts at 5pm.”

“This isn’t an invasion, it’s Halloween Abduction Night! Dress like you want to be taken because tonight, you just might be.” There is a cold cash prize for the best alien or outer space costume."

“Attendees may report mild levitation, excessive glitter fallout, and unconfirmed time loss of up to 45 minutes, though many insist it felt like forever in the best way.”

DR. PARALLAX: “Expect elevated energy signatures and possible dimensional cross-talk between the dance floor and the moon stage. Stay hydrated. Stay vibrational. I will start my set at 5pm sharp. Aliens like to be punctual, no, that is the German."

ANJELIKKA: “Oh, darling, I hosted the abductions. Consider this my little thank-you to gravity for letting go for a night. I will continue the party until 8pm. Talking about thank you gifts. Everyone who completed the SEGI or was a vendor should have received a gift from me. Look in your inventory.” 

SEGI will end and all UFOs burn out, so hurry now to get the gifts from all 11 venues.

Things you might see: Alien cats mixing cocktails from floating pumpkins. Do not mind the seeds.
Devon reciting a haiku into a plasma microphone. Does it even work?
The sky flickering violet as ships hover above the Retreat.

TRENTON GLASS: “If you see a light in the sky tonight, don’t run. Dance. You’re probably invited.”