Space VFX
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Sci-Fi ∵ Space Inspired ∴ Fictional Digital Works © By Me
Proud cat dad loving countryside life ⧆ Left-wing ideas from generosity, empathy, and love for nature, animals, planet ⧆ Not an artist ⧆ Welcome all—open-minded, inclusive, respectful fun together.
Proud cat dad loving countryside life ⧆ Left-wing ideas from generosity, empathy, and love for nature, animals, planet ⧆ Not an artist ⧆ Welcome all—open-minded, inclusive, respectful fun together.
In twilight's embrace, a ringed colossus reigns, weaving sapphire mists through auroral flames in the cosmic deep.
February 14, 2026 at 3:35 PM
In twilight's embrace, a ringed colossus reigns, weaving sapphire mists through auroral flames in the cosmic deep.
Not a landscape: a made terrain.
Light does not warm:
it glides, exposing contour,
denying heat.
Sky is not background:
it is armature.
The stars: an axis turning.
Everything breathes deep time.
No instant.
No pulse.
No drama.
No story.
Only mass.
And the silent architecture.
Unwitnessed.
Light does not warm:
it glides, exposing contour,
denying heat.
Sky is not background:
it is armature.
The stars: an axis turning.
Everything breathes deep time.
No instant.
No pulse.
No drama.
No story.
Only mass.
And the silent architecture.
Unwitnessed.
February 8, 2026 at 4:14 PM
Not a landscape: a made terrain.
Light does not warm:
it glides, exposing contour,
denying heat.
Sky is not background:
it is armature.
The stars: an axis turning.
Everything breathes deep time.
No instant.
No pulse.
No drama.
No story.
Only mass.
And the silent architecture.
Unwitnessed.
Light does not warm:
it glides, exposing contour,
denying heat.
Sky is not background:
it is armature.
The stars: an axis turning.
Everything breathes deep time.
No instant.
No pulse.
No drama.
No story.
Only mass.
And the silent architecture.
Unwitnessed.
In the cosmic eye's helical gaze, a white dwarf star pulses eternal fire, encircled by ionized gas clouds in sapphire swirls, veiled by interstellar dust's amber whispers, amid a tapestry of distant background stars. P.S. Space art ✨ Planetary nebula.
January 31, 2026 at 2:13 PM
In the cosmic eye's helical gaze, a white dwarf star pulses eternal fire, encircled by ionized gas clouds in sapphire swirls, veiled by interstellar dust's amber whispers, amid a tapestry of distant background stars. P.S. Space art ✨ Planetary nebula.
In the hush of eternity, a galaxy unfurls her purple dreams, spinning silk and starlight around a molten heart of dawn.
January 29, 2026 at 6:23 AM
In the hush of eternity, a galaxy unfurls her purple dreams, spinning silk and starlight around a molten heart of dawn.
The Crab Nebula is a supernova remnant formed by the explosion of a massive star, observed from Earth in 1054 CE. Located approximately 6,500 light-years away in the constellation Taurus, it contains a rapidly rotating neutron star at its core, known as the Crab Pulsar. P.S. Artistic depiction.
January 27, 2026 at 11:10 AM
The Crab Nebula is a supernova remnant formed by the explosion of a massive star, observed from Earth in 1054 CE. Located approximately 6,500 light-years away in the constellation Taurus, it contains a rapidly rotating neutron star at its core, known as the Crab Pulsar. P.S. Artistic depiction.
Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.
January 25, 2026 at 5:14 PM
Space, the final frontier. These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise. Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Behold the Planetary Nebula—a cosmic cradle of rosy caresses. Born from the death of a star, her luminous veil drifts and swirls with celestial tenderness, radiant with a goddess-like force within the void.
January 24, 2026 at 1:52 PM
Behold the Planetary Nebula—a cosmic cradle of rosy caresses. Born from the death of a star, her luminous veil drifts and swirls with celestial tenderness, radiant with a goddess-like force within the void.
"The cosmos is all that is or ever was or ever will be."
∼ Carl Sagan
∼ Carl Sagan
January 23, 2026 at 9:40 AM
"The cosmos is all that is or ever was or ever will be."
∼ Carl Sagan
∼ Carl Sagan
In the cosmic deep, the Jellyfish Nebula dances—a dying star's last exhale, tendrils of ionized silk drifting in eternal waltz, glowing with forbidden emerald fire.
January 22, 2026 at 8:29 AM
In the cosmic deep, the Jellyfish Nebula dances—a dying star's last exhale, tendrils of ionized silk drifting in eternal waltz, glowing with forbidden emerald fire.
In the velvet abyss, a spiral galaxy dreams
of stardust symphonies and golden dawns unborn.
of stardust symphonies and golden dawns unborn.
January 21, 2026 at 1:48 PM
In the velvet abyss, a spiral galaxy dreams
of stardust symphonies and golden dawns unborn.
of stardust symphonies and golden dawns unborn.
At the heart of a planetary nebula, a dying star releases its outer layers into the void. Ionized gas blooms outward in concentric shells, glowing softly as it disperses into interstellar space — the quiet aftermath of stellar evolution.
January 20, 2026 at 8:30 PM
At the heart of a planetary nebula, a dying star releases its outer layers into the void. Ionized gas blooms outward in concentric shells, glowing softly as it disperses into interstellar space — the quiet aftermath of stellar evolution.
On the frozen peaks of Epsilon-9, the rebellious red planet loomed menacingly, its gravity pulling tides of scarlet-hued dust across the surface. In the distance, a timid sun still dared to leave its mark.
January 20, 2026 at 1:00 PM
On the frozen peaks of Epsilon-9, the rebellious red planet loomed menacingly, its gravity pulling tides of scarlet-hued dust across the surface. In the distance, a timid sun still dared to leave its mark.
A blazing star reigns at the center, its fierce light feeding a swirling accretion disk—amber veils of captured gas spiraling in silent gravitational poetry.
January 20, 2026 at 5:23 AM
A blazing star reigns at the center, its fierce light feeding a swirling accretion disk—amber veils of captured gas spiraling in silent gravitational poetry.
Not a galaxy, but a memory taking form. Time recapitulates its stages, layered in light.
January 18, 2026 at 6:55 PM
Not a galaxy, but a memory taking form. Time recapitulates its stages, layered in light.
On the threshold of the unknown, light converges into a cosmic portal; once crossed, fear transforms into possibility.
January 11, 2026 at 1:52 PM
On the threshold of the unknown, light converges into a cosmic portal; once crossed, fear transforms into possibility.
A majestic star reigns at the nebula’s center, casting its light through sculpted layers of gas and dust—an elliptical crown forged by time and stellar might.
July 10, 2025 at 12:52 PM
A majestic star reigns at the nebula’s center, casting its light through sculpted layers of gas and dust—an elliptical crown forged by time and stellar might.
A celestial tide of stardust and gas, this planetary nebula marks the graceful death of a star—its concentric waves echo the silence of rebirth across the cosmic void.
July 8, 2025 at 12:52 PM
A celestial tide of stardust and gas, this planetary nebula marks the graceful death of a star—its concentric waves echo the silence of rebirth across the cosmic void.
Golden core ablaze, its spiral arms drift in blue—dust, gas, and starlight weaving stories across space. This galaxy is no wanderer, but a luminous engine of the living cosmos.
July 5, 2025 at 12:54 PM
Golden core ablaze, its spiral arms drift in blue—dust, gas, and starlight weaving stories across space. This galaxy is no wanderer, but a luminous engine of the living cosmos.
Amid the cosmic tapestry, a radiant star ignites a planetary nebula, its golden flames weaving through azure veils, a celestial symphony of light and shadow in the boundless void.
July 4, 2025 at 12:34 PM
Amid the cosmic tapestry, a radiant star ignites a planetary nebula, its golden flames weaving through azure veils, a celestial symphony of light and shadow in the boundless void.
A radiant spiral galaxy glowing in pink, lighting up the cosmos with its celestial charm.
July 1, 2025 at 12:50 PM
A radiant spiral galaxy glowing in pink, lighting up the cosmos with its celestial charm.
Beneath the cosmic gaze, a star shines bright, embraced by interstellar dust, as a planetary nebula takes shape — a fleeting marvel etched into the vastness of space.
June 28, 2025 at 1:06 PM
Beneath the cosmic gaze, a star shines bright, embraced by interstellar dust, as a planetary nebula takes shape — a fleeting marvel etched into the vastness of space.
In a universe filled with vast clouds of dark matter, a lone galaxy glimmers. Its velvety arms, woven from interstellar dust, cradle nebulae surrendering to gravity—collapsing into stars. The older the star, the brighter it burns in its final, swelling glow.
June 27, 2025 at 12:56 PM
In a universe filled with vast clouds of dark matter, a lone galaxy glimmers. Its velvety arms, woven from interstellar dust, cradle nebulae surrendering to gravity—collapsing into stars. The older the star, the brighter it burns in its final, swelling glow.
Behold the Goddess Planetary Nebula—a cosmic cradle of pink caresses. Born from the death of a star, her luminous veil swirls with celestial tenderness, radiant as the divine feminine empowerment within the void.
June 25, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Behold the Goddess Planetary Nebula—a cosmic cradle of pink caresses. Born from the death of a star, her luminous veil swirls with celestial tenderness, radiant as the divine feminine empowerment within the void.
The Milky Way's Scarlet Veil
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”
— Vincent van Gogh
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”
— Vincent van Gogh
June 21, 2025 at 7:48 PM
The Milky Way's Scarlet Veil
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”
— Vincent van Gogh
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”
— Vincent van Gogh
A carmine cradle of stars—where nebulae curl into eternal lullabies, and dust blooms into constellations. Here, the cosmos ignites.
June 21, 2025 at 1:05 PM
A carmine cradle of stars—where nebulae curl into eternal lullabies, and dust blooms into constellations. Here, the cosmos ignites.