I feel sad when I remember that I didn't finish it.
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The sky was raining bloody eyes, exploding upon contact with anything, smearing it with blood.
And on the giant billboard, a black woman was meticulously skinning herself, washing it until it became pure white, then putting it back on as if it were an evening gown.
And in the street, the sounds of footsteps from giant frogs and crocodiles roaming the streets rapidly rose, as if their owners did not wish to stay under this bloody rain a moment longer.
In a street corner, inside a small cafe, a middle-aged man sat, staring outside with sad eyes, while sipping his coffee filled with small fish swimming quietly at the bottom of the cup.
The storm had started half an hour ago and was still continuing until now, preventing him from returning home.
He was lost in his thoughts, so he didn't notice a black bull, dressed in the cafe staff uniform, approaching.
The bull stood beside him, tapped its hoof gently on the table, saying in a quiet voice,
"Would you like another drink, sir?"
The man shook his head gently, then took out a few pieces of human skin from his pocket, placed them on the table, and said,
"No, thank you."
A strange glint flashed in the bull's eyes for a moment upon seeing the skin, before his features returned to normal. He picked up the pieces and put them in his mouth, saying gently,
"Sir, I noticed you don't have an umbrella, and perhaps you'd like to take one from the cafe. It seems this storm won't end soon."
Upon hearing that, a contemplative look appeared on the man's face, then he asked quietly,
"How much is it?"
The bull laughed lightly,
"It's a gift from the cafe."
The contemplative look disappeared from the man's face, replaced by a look of relief.
"Then, I'll have to trouble you with me."
The bull replied smiling,
"What trouble are you talking about? Serving customers is my job, after all."
And suddenly, the bull turned towards one of the cafe workers, who was serving a cup of coffee to a customer, and shouted,
"Sugar Fish! Bring an umbrella for our dear customer!"
The white sheep named "Sugar Fish" sighed wearily as he handed the coffee cup to the customer.
"Yes, boss."
And after a few minutes, he returned carrying an umbrella made of solidified water between his hooves, and offered it to the man before silently returning to his work.
The man thanked the bull once more, then left the cafe with slow steps.
Upon his exit, the bull sighed with relief and collapsed onto the chair the man had been sitting on.
"Sugar Fish, bring me a cup of coffee."
And moments later, Sugar Fish returned, dragging his feet, carrying a coffee cup. While serving it, he couldn't restrain his curiosity.
"Boss, why did you give that man an umbrella? You don't usually give things away for free."
The bull let out a light snort, then said in a reproachful tone,
"Because you don't know who that man is."
Then he continued without waiting for further questions,
"That man is mentally ill... suffers from severe hallucinations."
Sugar Fish looked at him in bewilderment.
"But he seemed completely normal."
The bull's snorting sound increased slightly, and he said,
"Yes, he seems that way... but who knows when he might lose control. Now, get back to work."
Sugar Fish sighed again and returned to serving the customers in silence.
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The bloody eyes were hitting the water umbrella, exploding in a stream of blood, scattering the pungent smell of blood everywhere.
And under the umbrella, the man's expression was gloomy as he continued to move forward with slow steps.
Fortunately, his house was near the cafe, and yet this did not lessen the misery of walking under the storm.
Especially when one of the bloody eyes fell on him, staining his clothes with blood and making the bloody smell cling to him, and yet he could only suppress his fear and continue walking as if nothing was there.
But he finally reached his apartment.
Upon seeing the shape of the giant whale thrown amidst a group of its siblings, he could only sigh wearily as he entered its sticky mouth, trying as hard as he could not to make any strange expression.
And after climbing several stairs of flesh and trying not to engage in conversation with any of the fish-men inside, the man finally reached a fleshy door labeled 101.
Upon looking at the door, the man felt doubt. There was a possibility that this wasn't his apartment, and yet he had no other choice but to take a bone key from his pocket and try to open the door.
While praying in his heart not to be accused of being a thief or a stalker.
And to his good fortune, the door opened.
The man quickly entered the apartment made of grass and closed the door behind him, running as fast as he could towards the bathroom as if his life depended on it.
Upon entering the bathroom made of grass, the man headed towards a giant pupil-less eye inside the wall; the eye reflected his shape.
And yet, he didn't care about the eye's strange appearance, but rushed towards a group of giant children's heads and began opening them hysterically. After some searching, he finally found several small heads the size of a raisin.
And without hesitation, he swallowed them.
And suddenly, the world around him began to turn foggy.
And when his vision returned, the grassy walls of the bathroom had disappeared and were replaced by white marble walls, and the giant eye was replaced by a full-length mirror, while the group of children's heads turned into a wooden wardrobe.
"It's getting worse, isn't it?"
Upon hearing the voice that appeared out of nowhere, the man turned behind him to find a devil with a thin human body covered in black down, along with a black goat's head.
Upon seeing this sight, the man didn't feel strange but simply said,
"Yes, it is getting worse."
The goat-devil laughed with a laugh akin to the scraping of two pieces of metal.
"So, don't you think about accepting my deal? I assure you it will make these evil entities leave your soul."