Hey,

One of these nights I was riding my bycicle (I always dream with a bycicle) on a dark red hill under a dark-red sky where I stopped to enjoy the view (I looked a little worried/fascinated) of a
wine-dark-red lake that was next to the hill where black ships with no form (they where soo dark I could only see the outlines) would cross it. Anyone have any idea?

Thanks!

I made a draw about it:
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