A grey alien, drawn in fine pencil detail, holds a dandelion clock to its mouth and blows the seeds away.
The rendering is careful and serious — real shading on the skull, the long fingers, the thin neck — and the seeds scatter in a small arc across the shirt. There is no text.
Whatever it is wishing for, it has travelled a long way to do it. The joke is entirely in the tenderness: an image built for menace, used for something small and human. For the science fiction crowd, and for anyone who likes a design that undercuts itself quietly.
