For Us A Dahlia Flower Or Two

First they were in a hospital room and now their in a strange historical bedroom, one out of a panting, a book perhaps. In strange fancy clothing, speaking a unknown language, where ever they are they certainly aren't on earth anymore or their earth. Who new praying would actually work.

Note: I am not the original owner of this account it was given to me by a friend, also I have no editor so ima try my best at spelling. Also all the art in this book including the cover is made by me unless stated otherwise.