They have cherry-coloured gossamer wings. You can see them rising...higher and higher, flapping their tiny wings. They fly. They reach that fanciful sphere where you had visualised the abode of Desire building itself up. Their wings sprinkle magical dust on Desire, and then, the Desire becomes them...
The house of Desire is ramshackle now!
Cobwebbed.
Eerie.
Like a grinning skull crooning a jittery, noisy silence.
They ascend.
From the cadaver.
They, were the Murderers!
They flap their wings again.
Tiny, cherry-coloured, gossamer wings.
And, they fly.
To murder another...
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