Queen of Thorns #JustWriteIt #OnceUponNow

The scent invades your soul.
Fill all your pores.
You alive.
And you begin to imagine, getting to know the mysticism of a dream where reality and fiction have melted transporting you to a place you do not recognize, a new world where nothing has been created. The lands are prepared for you give them the way you want, knowing that everything will be right to imagine and create your mind from now.
Your mind, not far from sanity wise knows how to create a world without paranoia, not crazy, because you're not crazy, you're totally rope, and you know put difference between reality and fantasy. This will always be more beautiful than the other.
Along the same lines, a path of red rose petals before you.
You hear screams, you can hear the voices behind you regret what happened, but do not feel sorry for those voices, you died for them, but you're actually sleeping. And in this world where you create a dream after another, there is no limit, no rules.
The perfum will invade you.
Is your body laying on a bed of roses.
The same path of roses that you follow and takes you beyond.
Where a kingdom will rise.
They know that you have come to create