Phantasmagorias of a Cerasus Empress

As I approached the city's gates on horseback, I could see the antlered heads of decapitated gazelles blooming in the hillsides.

Thickets of anonymous, outstretched arms distended from the soil, creating the occasional embolus on My path. They reached for the multi-colored mysteries on her body–mysteries that were known only to the hedonism of the night, and My tongue.