-Lying on the grass of yesterday, memories of days of flowery, decorated gold bars and blood roses painted by cards... The dying air what death feels like... As if biting into an apple, sweet and adoptive glow... Dirty papers, blood from the Roses cover them... Letters written in red on the paper, almost unrecognizable... It's just a Simple Red Dash...- ------ 🌹-Slow Posts... 🌹-No offense intended, please don't take anything here seriously... 🌹-Short Chapters... 🌹-Independent story, it's rubbish... But we'll see what comes out of this... 🌹-I'm horrible at reporting, that is, writing... I'm disgusting, bear with me... * "Coming soon"