Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Look into the void. Something sprouted and grew there, breaking through the ceiling and roof like a big tree and shattering the curry store, stirring that impression in my brain. A leap from a dream, a pathetic tincture that rises everywhere. Desperately high and high in the winged wind and rain.

"Mr. Maricana, are you in paranoid mode? The one that keeps eating curry all day, right?

"Excuse me, Mr. Maelia. I'm sure Daffodils or some flower delusion."

"Dear Calcyrust, Either way, you're not paranoid."

Why don't you? I was intervening in an unusual and strange world that I didn't understand. Securely maricana.