~~ beautiful world.

so. i read the last chapter of `beautiful world' around sunrise. strangely fitting, actually. and i couldn't really come up with anything to say-- partly 'cause i was/am falling asleep, partly because instead of feeling -sad-, i felt strangely peaceful and faded, like the world had become softer and more fragile, and somehow more luminous. i didn't want it all to be so... delicately sublime, like a watercolor painting, but it wouldn't move, just sort of floating across my mind. there was pain somewhere out there, but i couldn't feel it, it wasn't -real-. there was only this feeling of shimmering sadness, like a dawn rainbow after a nighttime rain.

so instead of a review, there's this.

( draco on a roof, at sunrise. drawn around sunrise, entirely in paintshop, for cinnamon. )