tatenobi
tatenobi
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The world stretches upward, endlessly. Buildings pull into thin spires, trees turn into towering columns, and roads unravel into infinite lines. Mountains rise without peaks, rivers spiral upward, and shadows twist grotesquely. Time slows, sounds drag, and light bends into streaks. The sun and moon climb higher, unreachable, as everything stretches. People freeze, distorted and silent, watching the earth transform into a single fragile thread, vanishing into the endless sky.
  • Fantasy