Inverted World

Your magic is black magic laced with orchid and nebulae in cycling and accelerating returns the giants of cloud's wont in inversed she's tearing and climbing with bleeding fingers down a cliff while he stands in villae grass watching her climb down head first she slips and he sees her rocket to the stars but grabs the fleshed appendage in the epitomal task the only thing to keep him grounded being the catch of the wired fence to the cotton on his back.



-inspired by the 4 episode series Patema Inverted.


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