Eternal Kosukuri Fantasy !link! -

He gestured to walls lined with shimmering bubbles. Inside each bubble floated a single, squirming person—a king, a thief, a baker—each trapped in a perpetual, helpless fit of ghostly laughter. Their eyes were wet. Their mouths were stretched wide. They were not laughing; they were screaming silently.

Inside, she found Kikkuri lounging on a throne of pillows, absentmindedly wielding the Chrono-Feather to tickle the soles of a bound storm giant. The giant's silent, frozen laughter was a grim statue of torment. eternal kosukuri fantasy

Because Elara's laugh was alive . It rippled outward. Where it touched the frozen raindrops, they fell. Where it touched the silent bird, it sang. Where it touched the giant's bubble prison, the glass cracked. He gestured to walls lined with shimmering bubbles

And sometimes, late at night, Kikkuri would stare at his hands and wonder why the only thing that now made him smile was not power, but the sound of someone else's freedom. Their mouths were stretched wide