VALERIAN

Fancy... You’re a cat! Moonily wallowing in Morpheus’ embrace. Suddenly, aught awakes you. it’s witching hour. Fancy floating amidst the woods. Who ever lured you hither?.. ah, but of course. Your forbidden fruit. Your Achilles heel. the temptation and ruthlessness of Valerian abloom. resistance is futile... Fancy respiring him solely, imbuing your lungs and saturating your blood with His sweetness, and with each inhale the recollection of yourself hitherto escapes you. Fancy, you’re a cat...