The Tale Of The Cursed Necklace

I was like entering a whole new dimension
Amidst the four walls of my room
When I was taken aback by the realization--
There were liquids with pigments
Reflecting a red rose that had just bloomed.
The situation went worse when I saw
It was uncontrollably flowing out of my finger,
I could not think of a better plan
Than to call out my big brother.
Then there I was, lying on his bed
That was covered with white sheet,
When flashbacks of certain images
Came dashing in my head, then he said---
"The tale of the cursed necklace."


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