Crystal Skies:
Purpie paced at the helm, his fingers wringing in anxious knots. With a measured breath, he stared out the navigation bay window, watching the iridescent crystals floating, weightless atop purple clouds. …
WOAHHHHHHH
weird chill, I love it
ooo this gasss
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