The subway suddenly runs backwards, and strange rules appear inexplicably; there are cannibalistic roses in the gallery, and there are confused people and roses in the paintings; except for the doves, looking out the window, there are blooming flowers; in the temple, silently lowering its eyes, it is full of mud.
"The fear is never death, but loss."
"Do you want to redeem me?"
Intention: Not afraid of death, only afraid of loss.
