The heart of her galaxy is pierced through, jolted on a primordial level when run through by that fated strike.
Whether it's left in fragments of shattered star-glass, or more completely en-orbited than ever before, is unknown in the aftershocks of that half-second of life-changing super-charge.
Whether it's left in fragments of shattered star-glass, or more completely en-orbited than ever before, is unknown in the aftershocks of that half-second of life-changing super-charge.
Experimental art, like everything else I draw
