Lonely Carnival

When the phoenix flower fell, the field of vision was filled with the fiery red festering in the pool. It was the color of blood. More than once, you heard the loud sound of blood spurting out from the heart and rushing endlessly in the blood vessels, like the loud sound of thunder exploding in the night sky. You love that voice because it's the only one that can make you feel your presence. But you can't identify what it is. You are constantly longing for God. You are such a thin child - your eyes are dull, your face is pale, and you have little strength. God have mercy on you. So names were given to you, so let them teach you. Teach you to find yourself.