Episode 18: The Underpass

‘Flora of the night and mists,

Of flaring teal cyan.

Thy petals that cast rhapsody,

Of ocean peace and silence.’

                       

                  I dallied the azure orchid glowing at my fingers. The servants may have forgotten to remove these flowers at bloom. Perhaps, every room here always has a space occupied for rare flowers and vines that are only native to this territory, lucky for me to take a glance at this mystic creature. Azure orchids’ buds detonate toxic pollens that can cause temporary loss of consciousness. Maybe this was here for a reason