Colours start to zip around you, everything seems brighter, sparkling. A tiny little face comes into view, little butterfly wings fluttering madly around your head.
You find it difficult to see anything, to focus on one thing.
You hear the gypsy laughing which seems to drift off into the distance.
You open your mouth to scream and rose petals flow out. Your hands come up to your lips to stop the flowers only for your hands to melt into your face.
Your body begins to rock and you fall into the earth. The grass blankets you tightening around you, squeezing at first like a mother's embrace only to change to something more sinister.
You have only two choices...
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