Firstly, they invited a mono-eyed snake to the apple orchard.
Knitting a ring, I sing a cadenza for "Sygdommen til Doden" to myself.
To make a farewell call, there is a suspended ceiling over a golden lace.
Grip an arm underhand when you twist one of crying aka-oni, a red goblin.
I decide not to ask her why there is one drop on her collar bone.