Los restos de la nave flotaban en una danza circular… hasta que el zoom reveló la verdad: un corte perfecto había partido la nave por la mitad. Dentro, los cuerpos de los paramédicos...
Los restos de la nave flotaban en una danza circular… hasta que el zoom reveló la verdad: un corte perfecto había partido la nave por la mitad. Dentro, los cuerpos de los paramédicos...
En "El expediente que nunca se cerró - 8": Volví al estudio el lunes. No por rutina, sino para ver hasta dónde llegaba aquello. Todo parecía normal… hasta que apareció “Registro nocturno”.
https://fictograma.com/d/2587-capitulo-8-317
En "El expediente que nunca se cerró": Fui a casa de Dani porque quedarme sola ya no era neutral. El cassette de mi madre tampoco encaja: el tiempo no cuadra, hay silencios con estructura.
https://fictograma.com/d/2586-capitulo-9-error-de-registro
Highly recommended.
If you like comics that might give you the feels, such as many of the works from 𝘑𝘦𝘧𝘧 𝘓𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 or 𝗪𝗲𝟯 from 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯, you might enjoy 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 & 𝗛𝗼𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗿.
And if you don't, you're dead inside... 🙃
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Silent Jenny Is a Disturbingly Timely Sci-Fi Story About the Climate Crisis
Completing a graphic novel trilogy by French cartoonist Mathieu Bablet
https://www.ign.com/articles/silent-jenny-exclusive-graphic-novel-preview-oni-press-magnetic
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Malēru.— It is noted, in the Mysore Census Report, 1901, that "in some temples of the Malnād there exists a set of females, who, though not belonging to the Natuva class, are yet temple servants like them, and are known by the name of Malēru. Any woman who eats the sacrificial rice strewn on the balipītam (sacrificial altar) at once loses caste, and becomes a public…
— Edgar Thurston
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My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but oh my soul is white!
White as an angel is the English child,
But I am black, as if bereaved of light.
— William Blake
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