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Beautiful writing from ThatDenver

The fragmented islets grow smaller as the streams of blue grow. Whether you are fearful or try to remain brave, the strangeness of the situation is undeniable.
The sky is so bright. So full of stars.
So close.

The world around you is slowly, piece by piece, swallowed up by the starlight and the bright, azure blue beneath. Buildings and cobblestones alike seem to merely scatter into the star seared night around you, as if they never existed at all.
The azure beneath gives way to a flaming sky of yet more stars, of galaxies and long forgotten constellations. The air you breathe is crisp and cold, tasteless. Gone is the ever-present smell of the city.

Then, it stops. You stand there on your islets, stranded in the vastness.

Your stomachs lurch.
Gravity is not so much gone as it is twisted. The plates of ground that remain beneath your hooves twist and bend and turn, slipping from beneath you. It is as if a child has toppled over a dollhouse, and you are the dolls – down is rapidly, alarmingly, becoming down, and the stars are calling for you.

You will fall.
It is only a matter of time.

I just had to draw something for that.

Featuring Cielo .

1x shaded fb (6 AP) + Full Background ( 3 AP) + Anatomical Bonus ( 1 AP) + 5 Fvr converted to AP ( Chapter extra image, 5 AP)

Total = 15 Ap + 10 CS to Keki

Description

Beautiful writing from ThatDenver

The fragmented islets grow smaller as the streams of blue grow. Whether you are fearful or try to remain brave, the strangeness of the situation is undeniable.
The sky is so bright. So full of stars.
So close.

The world around you is slowly, piece by piece, swallowed up by the starlight and the bright, azure blue beneath. Buildings and cobblestones alike seem to merely scatter into the star seared night around you, as if they never existed at all.
The azure beneath gives way to a flaming sky of yet more stars, of galaxies and long forgotten constellations. The air you breathe is crisp and cold, tasteless. Gone is the ever-present smell of the city.

Then, it stops. You stand there on your islets, stranded in the vastness.

Your stomachs lurch.
Gravity is not so much gone as it is twisted. The plates of ground that remain beneath your hooves twist and bend and turn, slipping from beneath you. It is as if a child has toppled over a dollhouse, and you are the dolls – down is rapidly, alarmingly, becoming down, and the stars are calling for you.

You will fall.
It is only a matter of time.

I just had to draw something for that.

Featuring Cielo .

1x shaded fb (6 AP) + Full Background ( 3 AP) + Anatomical Bonus ( 1 AP) + 5 Fvr converted to AP ( Chapter extra image, 5 AP)

Total = 15 Ap + 10 CS to Keki