A splash of color on a white canvas. What was it? Paint? Blood? Maybe it was a flower petal. I don't remember. I just remember I had a dream where colors were spilling from my eyes and mouth. I knew that the room was the white canvas, but all I could see was the colors swirling in my eyes.
When my eyes cleared, I saw a raven painted in yellow, brown, and red holding a flower in its beak. I don't remember what it was, but it was a pink flower. What was it again? Ambrosia? No, that wasn't it, it couldn't have been. It was the wrong shape to be a carnation, too.
Oh wait, I know now. It was an Azalea. I remember because I started studying them soon after. Man, that was a strange dream. I wish I'd known what it had meant sooner, though.
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FantasyThe Hanahaki Disease is virus born from unrequited love, where the victim's throat will fill up with flowers, they will then proceed to cough up the petals, sometimes even the flowers. One of the only ways for the disease to 'disappear' is if, the s...
