Wandering through a dark emerald forest, informed by paper sculptor No-One, our aesthetics police guards suddenly found themselves in the middle of a magical thicket of flora and fauna. About to take a break, the aesthetes found a secluded spot at sunset overlooking the abandoned observatory that was the target and presumed location of the stolen flower. Toasting sweet marshmallows, they admired the starry sky and falling meteors, telling each other horror stories about the Bigfoot glutton that can be seen at night snooping through bags in search of food, the Man-Fly on a rock catching fireflies, the rare, phosphorous Marabou bird in a grove of magic mushrooms, and about fields of poppy creatures where you can sleep for eternity... They felt the power of the forest and the presence of these inhabitants falling into a deep opium sleep...

The collector will receive

• a high-quality large print with the author's signature
• A piece of the history of my Poppium universe