I see myself talking to the rainbows. Asking for rainbows at night. Asking for black or deep white rainbows. Asking to give ideas. Asking to get in. Asking to get close. Asking to get intimate. And finally create golden and silver rainbows. Unknown to humanity, centuries ago, a bloody rain was falling down the night on earth. The thick darkred rain did not just paint the surroundings, it was more, like hot wax that sheathed everything. A look into the distance revealed a beautiful red rainbow. Unattainable. One man only experienced what happened in this night. It was like something was born. The taste of the blood was the kiss of immortality. The man who was chosen to live sees time changing and humanity ageing. Mankind destroying the nature he knew once. He decided to live at night. Everyone he kisses became this immortal night. He bites to get the bloody rain. Somewhere he is still waiting to see the red rainbow again. But more than this he is waiting to see you all in red.

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