

UntitledA waltz plays. Prerecorded and resonating to far corners of empty bedrooms found within the hollow estate. Blood drips down from a balcony in time with the music. In time with each brief staccato a drop plummets to the marble floor below rippling into a crimson pool. The owner is unconscious, perhaps dead. A heavenly choir joins in and ushers the master of the house towards another realm. Unseen sirens sing the drifting soul towards his unearthly fate while a cello pulls the man back towards his fleshy vessel.Untitled
He lays on the floor near the banister, his grand staircase reaching down either side towards the flower wrapping a
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-Priyantha
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