The Night Sky
Pin pricks of light spear its way through the darkness of space. A tornado of red, flowing energy sweeps its way through the universe, over the dark and the light. At its eye, the light is the brightest. Making all other stars in the area fade away, until it is alone.
Imagine that time you were walking on the pavement when it was cloudy outside. That first drop of rain hits the ground and leaves an imperfection on the pavement. It sticks out like a sore thumb from the rest. This drop of rain is Venus standing out on the Sun, a circle of swirling orange and yellow. Tendrils trying to escape from its surface twirl out from the edge but then fall back into the ball of gas.
The Sun is not the biggest thing in the sky however, nothing is bigger. The nothingness of back surrounds the sun. The darkness overpowers everything. 
Picture a Chernobylesque scene, but in space: an explosion of catastrophic proportions, capable of consuming everything in heat, radiation and Death’s embrace all at once, yet the damage and debris of what had happened still remains, thousands, maybe millions of years later. The background is black yet a mysterious red aura engulfs you. Star are twinkling, sparking blindingly, This place resonates with an eerie, yet enchanting aura. You are immune to the chaos that still reigns in these parts, as you are transcendent.
In the centre of your view there is bright core, from which everything radiates, heat, light, heck even life itself. Is this a scene of devestation, of destruction? No, even if it was the site of the supernova, eons ago, this is a place of hope. The red aura is a bloodline, a symbol for new life. As long as it exist there is a sense of existence.
The bright sparkly yellow stars filled the atmosphere, as if they were fireflies dancing in the sky. Slowly, they start spinning endlessly as if they were sucked into a black hole, becoming unclear. The gap between us and the stars are slowly becoming wider apart, with no way to bring back this beautiful scene back. Will there ever be a way to bring them back? Maybe, with more advanced technology we might be able to reach the stars.
The trees are basked in the sun, as warm as a mother’s hug. They are oblivious to the changes around them, happy and content as they are. Their trunks are brown and stable, stretching far up into the skies, almost touching the stars. The leaves on the branches form a protective layer for the Earth, waiting for the Earth to mature before finally letting the Earth into the world of mystery and wondrousness.
This image was taken by Colin Legg. It is roughly a square.
Imagine a desert, completely flat with only a few large pebbles to disrupt the flatness. A vast flat desert made of dark red-slightly greyish sand. It’s very late in the afternoon and there is a man, he is lying down flat with his knees bent and his hands under his head. His head is resting on a backpack. His shadow is about twice his length stretching along the dark red sand to the left. He is a small part of the picture but very centrally placed on the ground.
The horizon is only a fifth of the way up the photograph. Resting on the horizon is a large hill; it’s a bit redder than the ground and covered in what looks like many small bushes. It forms a flat triangle and stretches up a bit more than another fifth of the image. It is placed centrally, however its width is only about three quarters of the photograph. The left side of the hill is quite straight and comes to a rounded top, the right side is slightly longer and has a gentle dip in it half way up.
The horizon is a pale yellow colour but quickly fades to blue half way up the hill. The blue is also a bit pale, but only a little bit, and it is covered in hundreds of stars. Hundreds upon hundreds of stars. The thick milky way is visible running down the sky just left of the hilltop. There are two parallel shooting stars just above the hilltop also. The sky and the land are both very bright, too bright for each other.
Here is the image: http://www.iceinspace.com.au/scripts/calendar-competition/voting.2014/nightscape2/58-web.jpg
And the page it’s from: http://www.iceinspace.com.au/index.php?id=73,733,1,0,1,0
Little Black Spot on the Sun, today – Andrew Lockwood
A square of solid blackness. Its darkness so powerful that no light or twinkle may pass through. All except for one.
The sun. A circle of glowing reds, oranges, and yellows, its surface thriving with these orange worms, pulsating and disappearing in a slow, hypnotic dance. It’s edges are lined with wisps of flares, their presence powerful, yet so tiny compared to the massive body of the sun.
Yet in this huge celestial king, lies a small, black mole. A crisp circle that cuts through the sun with clean precision, the sun around the circle edging back in fear. It is a stain of the great star. An imperfection which soils the great and mighty sun.
And even when the sun is so magnificent and glorious in cutting through the infamous darkness that swallows up any other light, this one imperfection is the first thing we notice, its flaw and oddity, the only thing which seems to matter.
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