the fall of red

you walked, no, to be more accurate, stumbled into the red room. and everything was tinged by that strange alluring glow. bewildered, spinning deeper and deeper, you were found then lost -and it was hard to tell which was sweeter. there was neither east nor west, north or south, in the red room. and nothing was far from your hands, nothing was withdrawn from your gaze. the luxuriant, abundant life slowed down for you to savour. and there was a room within this room, a red glass in which could be seen the red of faded roses, of warm fires, burgundy tapestries, the rich deep reds from Bokhara and from all corners of the world.

you walked into the red room. you walked into her heart and found that red had fallen all around you.