A weird cryptic dream.
I was offered three roses; white rose, black rose and blue. The figure whose face was half obscured by the shadow of his hood, smiled when I picked the blue one.
"For Juan, writes envy," he whispered in a raspy voice. His visible right eye gleamed in a way that I interpret as enthusiasm.
He was then slowly moving to a hung picture not far from where we stood. Touching the two leftover roses to the frames, everything around us disappear with a swirl of violet and the sound of a draining sink.
"For Juan, writes Envy," he smiled. Pointing to a padded cell which appeared out of nowhere, gesturing for me to take a peek inside, he was eager and the smile turned into a grin.
I could hear iron chains crinkling against each other, and I knew the grotesque angel with wings of bloody hue was there. Bind, unable to move, waiting to be released.
"Juan, " the hooded figure hissed.
And I reached out to unlock the door.
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