[Author Note: Bad grammar, still editing.]
A rod formed in my hand out of magic came into existence. Out of nowhere. The road was of grey colour. It was a fishing rod with a very long string. The bed looked very very neat and crafty created. It looked almost real. If not, for knowing the fact that it was a fake one, I would've never believe that's something like those could have been real.
I said on the cross feeling the fixture everything about it felt very real. The due the coldness, the warmth, the soil, the me feeling in my hands, it was impossible to tell what was real and what was fake. She went for the roses in the distance. those red colour flowers, they were attractive attractive in ways that we cannot imagine they were not enchanted by any man they had the properties of enchantment. They did not carry any sentence. They made everyone feel that they had some sense. They did not have any flavours at taste them. They would feel their flavour inside that tongue.
