As he glides across the rink, backward the entire way, he basks in the envy of the other kids. This is his night. He moves to the center of the rink and begins to bust some moves. And the floor is gone. And he is gone. Now air is gone and we are gone. Suddenly vines are whipping about pavement islands that float around each other, never quite making contact. Cities are built upon them with some even permanently bridged. A new home is ours and here we will make do.
ArnHao - Oh?! (Intangible Fantasy)
Holygrailers - Rosa
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