it felt like a fever dream. it was so up close, you could see all the little imperfections, questioning why he or they chose to do that. the art reflects it, it’s so pretty. mirai grew. it was nice.
it felt like a fever dream. it was so up close, you could see all the little imperfections, questioning why he or they chose to do that. the art reflects it, it’s so pretty. mirai grew. it was nice.