Imagine dying and entering a cold realm without color, body, fragrance, taste, or touch, and your soul drifting in the dark and boundless night. In my confusion, I suddenly saw the glimmer of phosphorus fire, illuminating a miserable flower. Then the night lit up, and I saw the vast swathes of flowers on the Road to the Underworld, and I saw you as red as blood, filling the earth. You are the only scenery and color on the long road to hell in my imagination, and my soul is guided by you to go to heaven... Or to hell.
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