Where there is no light you find only red, dark and nourishing. Somnolent red with the softness of sleep. Downy, inviting, rich and luxurious. A red like a valentine, made of love. Made of innocence on the surface and deep down of illicit transcendence.
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Where there is no light you find only red, dark and nourishing. Somnolent red with the softness of sleep. Downy, inviting, rich and luxurious. A red like a valentine, made of love. Made of innocence on the surface and deep down of illicit transcendence.