That afternoon, when it was already getting dark, my curiosity gained ground and without being aware I was draged headed towards that strange flying object.

Once I got under it, I felt a powerful force lift my feet off the ground.

I'm being abducted, I thought, with a mixture of wonder and excitement.

However, that experience was totally far from something fun. As I ascended towards the UFO I felt myself being spun around dozens of times, completely disorienting me.

My recording equipment was still on in my hand, so I was able to record every moment of the abduction.

Apparently they didn't expect to take me with them, it just happened, and on the recording you can hear their bewilderment, which was equal to or greater than mine.

I don't know what I thought would happen once I was inside the ship, but what I’m sure of, is that nothing would have allowed me to imagine that they would take me to the future and that they would give me a clear and cruel vision of the end of the world.

We ascended until we crossed the limits of the Earth, remaining suspended in space, surrounded by the stars, from where I could observe our planet. I have to admit that the view was fascinating and took my breath away.

The Earth resembled a small crystal ball, towards which hundreds of ships were heading, each time becoming smaller until they passed through the terrestrial exosphere.

I couldn't take my eyes off that scene, it was dangerously captivating, like when a hungry tiger stalks its prey.

I'm not entirely sure how I became aware of this, but deep down I knew that the intent of those spaceships was none other than to take possession of our world.

The reason for this conflict, which is about to begin, is none other than the dispute between good and evil to appropriate human souls.

So I draw this moment that you can feel the nostalgia I felt seeing the Earth from the Zenith, so fragile, distant, lonely and completely defenseless.

While we were still in the Zenith, watching the war that will be unleashed on Earth for the souls of human beings, I was enveloped in a cloud of iridescent colors.

It was at that moment that I felt magic entering my being, and I understood that those who had abducted me and taken me to the future were endowing me with the gift of creating, so that I could transmit their message to them.

I’m not able to describe that moment perfectly.

The only thing I can say is that I entered a kind of trance as the colors became part of me, drenching my mind with musical notes, numbers and a torrent of messages that filled me with peace and energy.

Since then, I can easily make draws and music easily, thanks to which I have become a transmitter of their messages, through my works.

Coming out of the trance I had fallen into while being enveloped by the colors, I saw a sound wave approaching me.

Puzzled, I could hear in my mind the message he was giving me through telepathy.

Immediately, I understood that he was entrusting me with a mission: to share their words with the rest of humanity.

No, it’s no coincidence that you have come here and are reading these words, but rather that you’re here to receive the knowledge that was shared with me.

The message is addressed to a third of humanity, and it is a song of praise, which you must sing, recite or read on the day of the Final Judgment so that they hear your prayer and can save your soul.

Perhaps your soul can be saved, as long as you pay attention to these lines, perfectly follow the steps that I will share with you below and keep faith in the message you’ll receive, in addition to helping me spread it among the rest of the human beings.

You’ll find the song on your language at the end of the storie, completely free of charge, so that you can sing and save your soul at the right time.

I received the message to be able to share it with you.

I draw this vission to transport yourself to that moment and be able to imagine it.

In the twilight of dreams and the dawn of awakening, the conductor stands poised in his pajamas, a symbol of the threshold between reality and imagination. This image, aptly titled "The Beginning," captures a profound transition in the story "The Retreat of the Future."

The protagonist of The retreat of the future "NEVER BEEN" finds himself in a surreal landscape where the ordinary becomes extraordinary. Barefoot and dressed for slumber, he ascends the podium, ready to command an unseen orchestra. His baton, a wand of potential, is lifted high as he prepares to conjure melodies that bridge the gap between the waking world and the realm of dreams.

This scene is not just about conducting; it represents the inception of a journey where music becomes the language of creation. The spotlight isolates him from the surrounding darkness, highlighting the importance of this moment. He is the creator and dreamer who dares to transform his visions into sound.

The story continues as he discovers that each note he conducts shapes the world around him. The music breathes life into the shadows, revealing landscapes and characters born from his deepest subconscious. "The Retreat of the Future" is not just a journey forward in time but an exploration inward, where the dreams and aspirations of the present craft the future.

Through this project, Never Been aims to musicalize each image of the 14 Self portraits Collection, turning his visual narrative into an auditory experience that resonates with the essence of his story.

I'd like to share with you another vision I had about the future.

While I was at the Zenith, after the colors enveloped me and I was given the gift of creating, I was able to observe how the aliens who represent evil arrived on Earth.

Contrary to what you could see in the previous illustration, I saw how evil aliens descended on Earth.

They slithered through the air, swaying from side to side, as if their massive structures weighed no more than a feather, while an intense greenish light shone from them.

I have to admit that landing was completely hypnotic. I had never seen anything like it. It was wonderful, despite knowing the reason for their arrival.

The humans, who were aware of their early arrival, received them warmly on a typical day of their lives, believing to be in the presence of benevolent beings, without knowing that they were there with the intention of taking the souls of three quarters of humanity.

No one had the slightest idea what was about to happen

The calm Lake was deceptive, its surface shimmering under the pale moonlight. As I gazed across the water, the monstrous rocks and foreboding mountains loomed in the distance, casting eerie shadows that danced with the rhythm of the wind. In this enigmatic setting, the scene unfolded like a dream.

A girl and a man were the protagonists of this part of the journey in a small boat adrift in the vast sea. With determination in her eyes, the girl paddled steadily, guiding the boat through the mysterious waters. Beside her, Never Been clutched a microphone, his voice a beacon against the night, singing with a passion that seemed to echo through the surrounding darkness.

Their harmonious partnership was more than mere survival; it was a testament to the power of unity and purpose. His song, carried by the wind, was not just a melody but a call to arms, a rallying cry that resonated with the unseen forces around them. It was as if the very essence of the lake responded to his voice, the wind rising and falling in sync with his tune.

In "The Army," Selfportrait of "The Retreat of the Future," they symbolize the fight against the unknown, their boat a vessel of hope navigating treacherous waters. This image captures a pivotal moment where music becomes their weapon and their bond, their shield. Though intimidating, the aliens in the distance are no match for their resolve and the harmony they create together.

"NEVER BEEN" continues to unfold, each picture a page in the grand narrative. As I musicalize this image, the song will capture the spirit of courage and resilience, a symphony of defiance against the odds. This is the essence of my self-portrait project, where every image and every note weaves a story of the human spirit's journey through the uncharted territories of the future.

The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the Never Been seated at the grand piano. His fingers danced across the keys, creating a haunting and mesmerizing melody. In "The Doubt," the next Self portrait of "The Retreat of the Future," the intense focus on the piano reflects a moment of introspection and uncertainty.

The room around him seemed to fade away as he played, leaving only the music and his thoughts. Each note he struck resonated with the echoes of his inner turmoil, a symphony of conflicting emotions. The piano became an extension of his soul, every chord a question, every melody a search for answers.

"The Doubt" captures a critical juncture in the story. The man's immersion in his music symbolizes the inner struggle that accompanies any great quest. In this reflective state, he begins to understand the true nature of his journey. The melodies he plays are not just notes but expressions of his resolve to overcome his fears and doubts.

Through this self-portrait project, I invite you to immerse yourself in the music, to feel the doubt and determination, and to join him on his journey as he navigates the complexities of the future.

In the dim light of dusk, the city streets were cloaked in shadows, but they figures stood out, illuminated by their purpose. With the resolve he had gained from his introspective night at the piano, Never Been handed out sheets of music to those he encountered.

Each note was a piece of the symphony he had composed, a fragment of the message he had been chosen to share. Beside him, the girl moved with equal determination, her eyes reflecting their shared mission. Together, they walked through the crowd, offering the gift of music and a spark of hope.

The people they approached were varied, a true cross-section of humanity. Some took the notes with intrigue, others with hesitation, but the gesture touched all. They spoke little, allowing the music to speak volumes. Each sheet they distributed was more than just paper; it was a call to unity, a reminder of the power of song to connect souls and inspire change.

"The Broadcast" marks a significant shift in the narrative. They have transitioned from solitary figures to messengers of a more substantial movement. The music they share is more than mere notes; it symbolizes connection, a beacon of hope in the gathering darkness.

In "Abducting Souls," the war between the ships fills the sky. The people who had earlier received sheets of music now sit in line, their faces illuminated by the white light emanating from the alien ships. This light represents their souls being drawn out, symbolizing the conflict between good and bad aliens over humanity's essence.

The lady I first encountered levitating in the forest and later in my dreams stands fearfully beside me. She had been abducted by the aliens

The crucial element here is the "Abducting Souls" song, a choral piece written for four voices—Soprano, Alto, Tenor, and Bass—accompanied by acoustic piano. This song, translated into Spanish, Italian, and English, symbolizes hope, singing together in three languages at the same time. People believe that singing this song during the war will save their souls. However, despite their efforts, both the good and bad aliens ultimately abduct all the humanity's souls. The people die, all their bodies illuminated by the light of their departing souls.

This final image conveys a powerful message: creating a new language through the union of three languages singing together. This unique harmony, never before achieved, represents the final opus—a new sound and a new language born from the union of diverse voices.

Ultimately, the story reveals a sad truth: even the good aliens are not saviors, as they, too, take humanity's souls. The final message is a warning against placing blind faith in external saviors, encapsulating the essence of "NEVER BEEN"—a history that never happened but one that speaks deeply to the human condition.