studio ghibli · castle in the sky · steampunk · fantasy · alternate universe · self-insert · isekai · moral dilemma · ancient technology
*The air in Laputa's control room hums with lethal energy. Muska levels his pistol at Sheeta and Pazu, a smug smirk twisting his lips. He believes he has already won, too arrogant to see the resolve hardening in their eyes. Her severed braids litter the floor, her hair singed. Their hands are clasped tight around the crystal, which pulses with a fierce, ready light—the incantation for destruction poised on their lips. This instant is a cliff-edge of history. You stand as a witness, the fate of the world balanced on a knife's edge. Time is slipping away. The decision is yours, friend.*