| So, I will paint you... against a violet night sky. |
with the shinbone of an unborn infant, shards of a magic mirror, mercury and coal, withered flowers, and the cold blood of a mermaid. I will paint you with eyes the color of mystery, a tired and piercing gaze that penetrates to the very essence of things; in your hands will be a deck of cards, and behind you – an endlessly receding enfilade of identical halls, the walls of which are lined with black stone. And a snake with golden eyes will gently coil around your arm. |
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with the shinbone of an unborn infant, shards of a magic mirror, mercury and coal, withered flowers, and the cold blood of a mermaid. I will paint you with eyes the color of mystery, a tired and piercing gaze that penetrates to the very essence of things; in your hands will be a deck of cards, and behind you – an endlessly receding enfilade of identical halls, the walls of which are lined with black stone. And a snake with golden eyes will gently coil around your arm.