a younger zinnia, wearing a traditional Mennonite outfit, awakening as an esper in the middle of a sunflower field. she silently observes a spirit made of 3 balls with feet human-centipeded together by their cartoon nose and wearing a bowler hat. in the background, a white blocky figure stands in silent vigil and weeps. the background features a standard spirit world city on the right and a series of windmills on the left. ghosts and spirits flit amongst the clouds. the original passage of text i wrote for this piece is as follows: 'after all this time, i still feel like i'm dreaming... i-im scared that i'm going to wake up. that i'll be right back there. that i really never did manage to escape...' 'no of course it's not rational, idiot. i'm still the same scared child i was back then. what, you'd expect her to know anything either? how do you think i ended up the way i did in the first place?'
don't you feel like you're dreaming?
...aren't you afraid you're going to wake up?
#espersyndrome #oc