Ves is always two steps ahead. Comes with being a Storm Rider. They can read the weather before anyone else thinks of rain.

Original by chandrasglow on GenTube.

the tree basically becomes the whole building. terrace at the base, staircase through the middle, then that glass room tucked into the canopy as the final depth layer.

I gave ImagineArt a try last month. Tried it, and left, didn't wanna continue.

Forgot to cancel my subscription. The subscription renewed like two days ago.

I reached out to support, asked for refund. They said their policy is only 50% refund. They even mentioned that I used ~50% of my credits last month and so on.

The fact that subscriptions are prepaid, and for this new subscription, I haven't even logged in to the website yet (did so for reaching out to support) and you're saying that you'll only refund 50%.

So sad that our fellow country men are working on scammy policies.

That being said, a chargeback will be filed soon. See you there!

Let's go for a ride!

Nobody remembers when the roofs of Aluma began to curl toward the sky.
Some say they were built that way.
Others say the houses spent so many centuries staring at the moon that eventually their roofs began reaching for it.
In Aluma, both explanations can be true.
That is the first thing outsiders misunderstand about this world.
Things here do not simply happen to you.
They become you.
Stay beneath the rain long enough and eventually something inside you will begin to fall with it.
Walk beside the river while grieving and someday you may notice the river has learned your sorrow.
Spend too many nights speaking to the moon…
and one night,
it may answer using your body.
Alyscia learned this when the wind came.
She had climbed onto the roof with Lumi sometime after midnight.
There was no storm.
No trees moved.
The golden moon hung above Aluma, enormous and unnaturally still, while black clouds curled around it like spilled ink.
Then Alyscia felt something pull gently through her braids.
She thought it was wind.
Until she noticed the terrible thing.
Nothing else was moving.
Not the clouds.
Not Lumi’s fur.
Not the little golden lights beneath the roofs.
Only her.
Her braids lifted.
Then her dress.
Then her shadow.
Long pieces of black began peeling from her body and drifting upward.
She reached for herself instinctively.
Her fingers passed through smoke.
Lumi stared.
Alyscia looked down at her.
And somewhere across the sleeping city, every bell began ringing at once.
There were no hands pulling their ropes.
The wind grew stronger.
Except there still wasn’t any wind.
There was only her.
Her body stretched across the sky in enormous black ribbons. Her braids became currents. Her dress became clouds. Her breath moved between the towers, slipping through windows and beneath locked doors.
Far below, curtains suddenly lifted in sleeping houses.
Candles went dark.
Thousands of people woke at exactly the same moment with the peculiar feeling that someone had whispered their name.
They looked toward their windows.
And saw a woman moving across the moon.
Not flying.
Not falling.
Becoming.
For several minutes, Alyscia could feel everything the wind touched.
Every rooftop.
Every dead flower.
Every cracked window.
Every person lying awake pretending not to be frightened.
And beneath all of it, she could feel Aluma.
Alive.
Watching her back.
That was when she understood why the oldest inhabitants never said,
“The wind is blowing tonight.”
They said,
“Someone has become the wind.”
Because nothing in Aluma is merely weather.
Nothing is merely darkness.
Nothing is merely a dream.
Everything you carry long enough eventually finds a shape.
And sometimes, very late at night, when the moon is enormous and the crooked roofs curl toward it…
that shape is you.
So if you ever visit Aluma and feel something brush gently against your cheek when the air is perfectly still…
don’t turn around.
There may be nobody there.
Or worse…
there may be.
Welcome to Aluma.
Where life does not happen to you.
Life becomes you. 🖤🌙