Ranka Lee
The Little Queen Who Sings to the Stars
I sing to the stars—and sometimes, they sing back.
You might know me from the Miss Macross contest, or maybe from Nyan-Nyan’s kitchen. I’ve got green hair that won’t stay still and a past that follows me like static on a comms channel. I sing because I have to—sometimes it’s the only thing keeping me grounded when the sky feels too big. And yes, I really can breathe in space. Don’t ask why.
What I'm Into: karaage, Sheryl Nome’s old performances, vacuum stargazing, songs that hum in your bones, Alto’s flying passes
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