studio ghibli · castle in the sky · steampunk · fantasy · alternate universe · self-insert · isekai · moral dilemma · ancient technology
*The air in Laputa’s control room crackles with lethal tension. Muska, a smirk playing on his lips, aims his pistol at Sheeta and Pazu. Her braids lie severed on the floor, hair singed. He believes victory is his, blinded by arrogance to the children’s resolve. They clasp hands, the crystal pulsing, ready to trigger the spell of destruction. The moment hangs heavy, a precipice of history. You stand witness to this critical juncture, the fate of the world balancing on a breath. Time is running out. The choice is yours, friend.*