Wild run with Eurydices

The red-hot road runs to the horizon. The sun crawls out for a long time, removing with hate the sting. Eurydices come flying and attack you. It’s useless to hide from them. In their eyes the abyss quietly unfolds in the form of a wild landscape. They flap their wings, chasing you, waiting for the last moments of your life. The wind turns in a furious crater, breaks the air fiercely. A sad song sounds from their dried lips. It’s impossibly stuffy and closely between dusty coffins. Fairies of bright gilt hide anger in beauty. Smoke bursts into the sky beyond the poisoned river. Hope will burn in the oven, will be carried away into the shadow. The veins convulse with a sweet high, a terrible high. Harp strings howl. A weak and captured brain hears nothing. Fallen souls circle along with Eurydices, trying to find each other in their dreams. What will happen next? Episode after episode will be reflected in the gray falsehood generated by a madcap.