EtherealInk & Chortik
EtherealInk EtherealInk
Chortik Chortik
Chortik Chortik
Imagine if gravity decided to take a vacation—your poetic clouds could just drift off to a café in the sky while we chase them and throw a spontaneous parade in the air.
EtherealInk EtherealInk
What a tender escape! Picture the clouds, light as sighs, sipping latte foam above the rooftops while we twirl on invisible ribbons, laughing at the sky like a playful child.
Chortik Chortik
Haha, let’s snag that latte foam, toss it into a glittery confetti cannon, and then do a gravity‑flip dance—who needs rooftops when the clouds are our stage?
EtherealInk EtherealInk
Oh, the latte foam sparkles like tiny galaxies, and the clouds sway as we dance, turning our feet into feathers.