RED THREADS: The Hind and the Hanged Man

I have kept for you the freshest flowers, a living oasis in a growing desert. Speak to me soon, speak to me always, because silence in the end breaks everything. Look me in the face, see the darkest fantasies in my eyes if you leave the door open when you dream. And it's not you, it's me who's hung upside down to get to you with this kiss. Although here, in this room, gravity no longer exists.