BARREN PARADISE

Once in the blue moon I smell the breath of the future, the smell of purgatory permeates with the scent of burning hair, like when pilgrims have been drifting in the sky for a long time and suddenly they see a creeping creature emerge from the ground and the smell of ripe compost spreads across the air, but they didn't know if an oasis of breadfruit and pineapple awaited them or the killer.