FULLSCREEN AND SPACE OR CLICK TO ZOOM IN https://turbowarp.org/634328736/fullscreen TW: EYESTRAIN [ Artist Notes ] Program : Procreate Device : Ipad 8 with my finger B))) Brush : HB Pencil (customized) [ Credits ] Character by: @Foxy_umbreon Art by: @-tkoaii Transition/Thumbnail code by: @frog-plush Zoom in code: @Colorsnatch Song: Forget - Pogo ,,because it gives me nostalgia __ Flowers and sweet dew raindrops. How could this ever be summer. This Eden tugs at the heartstrings. The wind highly strung and sun ever so amiable. Nostalgia walks and whales sing. Come back; come back soon child. I’ll wait and wait for you. Backstory: Name: Milan Gender: Unknown (spirit) Age: ?? __ Milan is the spirit of a young boy with the inability to speak and explain their feelings well. Suki expresses themself through poems and writing as they are their voice. Since they cannot communicate or interact well with other people, they find the comfort of staying with their Aiwha (Kyu). Act I: “The train’s late.” Digging deeper into their bag, uncomfortably picking bits of dust in between their fingernails, Milan grasped at their camera and slouched onto the train station bench. It began to get windy as large cotton candy clouds pulled into the sky. Their hair began to hit their face. Pulling their hair up with their fingers coated in dust, Milan tried to catch a glimpse of someone. It was the middle of nowhere in the country. There were a few pastoral lemon trees around them, all tangy. They seemed to be the their only friends around. Soft thumping from footsteps brought Milan back from their pacifying daydreams and looked beside themself. A boy around their potential age, with aviator golden-like glasses and a bomber jacket. He was talking with someone on his phone. Pausing between sentences with such an unknown, refined voice. Eventually, after talking with the person on the other line, he turned and quietly asked, “Wann Kommt der Zug an?” Milan tilted their head. Neither could understand the other. They shook their head and shrugged in a courteous manner. The boy nodded and turned back to his phone. It began to get windy again as Milan began to pull their hair up with a hairband. Soulful song-like wails grew louder. Aiwhas were beginning to migrate. They were all a dusty gray with white underbellies. The boy glanced up with wide eyes and gasped. He threw his duffel bag onto the metal bench and began to chase the Aiwhas, almost tripping over his own feet. He opened his phone and began video calling someone. Milan faintly heard the voice on the other line shout, “美しいですね!” The boy grinned and began saying something as he continued to raise his phone to the sky. The train lights were finally being seen along with its deafening horn. Milan clenched onto the railing as they got onto the train. Other spirits gently leaving beside him. They turned to see the boy only looking at the train, not getting on. Making eye contact with Milan, his eyes glistening. Beaming, he waved as the doors latched and the train carried off. “Dank je wel”. This train would never arrive back here again.
