Like a beehive stretched, pointing towards the sky, you will be towering above the echolalia of the Sunday streets. Between ceremonies, I shall contain prayers wrapped in kimono, whispered by reddest lips. The roads that lead to us must be for dancing; in time, the bells must strike a rhythm familiar as the sound of horse-drawn carriages, and the breathing of a crowd underneath one hundred white-orange umbrellas. They should spin and careen like a hundred sunsets fighting for their place to rest. You will be towering above them all. I will sit in your front steps, content in the marvels and joys brought by your foundation.
I met @spiffychickenart long ago when we were both selling art at Ikasucon, and its actually crazy to think how long ago that was. This is her character Genevieve for an art trade! I took some liberties and I feel this may be slightly out of character but I just wanted to see her looking extremely cool! I hope you like it!