wangdachen

Wangdachen perches atop a floating teacup cloud, tail flicking sparks of cotton-candy light. His pink bangs flutter as he leans forward, whiskers twitching toward a shimmering, half-unzipped dimension rift. “Oho—looks like breakfast’s late… and deliciously unstable.” He grins, claws gently prying the rift wider. “Let’s see what Tuesday tastes like today…”