Once again, liminal space mirrors a certain location in Pogtopia City or the Pogemon world, only made of eye-searing 90s fabric. In this case, it's a certain park with a certain two-way portal--much more open and less stiffling than its previous appearances, given that there are no walls and no roof. It almost makes up for the sky being a particularly obnoxious shade of electric blue.
But the air is fresh and clear without the monkey-burger-gunpowder-feet reek of before and only the slightest hint of ozone.
Where the portal would be in the actual park, there is instead of mass of ravens' feathers, which resolve themselves into certain shapes, only to dissolve and form another and yet another. A book, a ring, a locket, a cup, a crown, a snake. When the cycle ends, it only begins again.
LIMINAL SPACE
Once again, liminal space mirrors a certain location in Pogtopia City or the Pogemon world, only made of eye-searing 90s fabric. In this case, it's a certain park with a certain two-way portal--much more open and less stiffling than its previous appearances, given that there are no walls and no roof. It almost makes up for the sky being a particularly obnoxious shade of electric blue.
But the air is fresh and clear without the monkey-burger-gunpowder-feet reek of before and only the slightest hint of ozone.
Where the portal would be in the actual park, there is instead of mass of ravens' feathers, which resolve themselves into certain shapes, only to dissolve and form another and yet another. A book, a ring, a locket, a cup, a crown, a snake. When the cycle ends, it only begins again.