The journey travelled through the psychic disfigured sketches blurred against the mist of unconsciousness which delved his motley humour into the dreamless hallucinations,splattered the senses and forlorns the cherished destination. . The acid of hatred victimised the paralysed body and numbled mind. The glare of rustic translucency of the grey maskedmen shrivelled down his spine .
His body was mutilated in consciousness and was parted to heaps which were sold in the castle. He could see a mist of a body behind the walls.
The trauma of being chiselled alive brought him to a stage of nervous breakdown. He could see the blood streams flowing down his paralysed body and cries went screeching to the approaching sounds.
In the instant of his neck snap he saw a dull figure of a feathered creature paying for his meat.The cyan pearls brims the fluttering soul and craved for a craftsman to rekindle the ashes of dwindling fire of consciousness.
Then the journey ends with a shock and he awakes laying on the cozy sofa next to the plate of unfinished chicken curry.
Hmmm nice but scary dream.
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