There, I saw water flowing out of so many fountains, streaming throughout the city, and I felt... envious. Angry. That they could have all this precious water, and display it so selfishly... but at the same time... I couldn't help but be drawn to its beauty...
[ The water grows, little by little, starting to pour out of her hand. And it's definitely not ocean water. It's blue and sparkly and bubbly and doesn't smell like seawater... that's the smell of pop soda! ]
no subject
[ THESE NAMES. ]
There, I saw water flowing out of so many fountains, streaming throughout the city, and I felt... envious. Angry. That they could have all this precious water, and display it so selfishly... but at the same time... I couldn't help but be drawn to its beauty...
[ The water grows, little by little, starting to pour out of her hand. And it's definitely not ocean water. It's blue and sparkly and bubbly and doesn't smell like seawater... that's the smell of pop soda! ]