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Today I am writing for you a story which happened inside a flower bulb. And it involves you.

I would like to bring you to my own imagined space. To enter, you have to extend your arm and take my hand...

Welcome.

Today I furnished the walls with the petals of pink orchids. They have the freshness of a recently opened flower-scented fabric softener: some chloroform, some ethanol. And the colours resemble the surfaces of a pink enamel-coated Volkswagen new Beetle. Not only I spray Breeze to moisture the air, but to add a misty atmosphere to the aural effect of the light piercing through the pink orchid petals.

Now that you are in my bulb, your face is covered in moist. Our hands are still held together but they start to slip from each other as we move in circles to breathe the heavily moist atmosphere.