I live in the Milky Way of course. OH, I’m from Venus. Yes, I’m from Venus, and everyone on this planet is incredibly beautiful and talented. Except, we also have this disgusting habit of never finishing things -food, dishes, stories. It’s quite foul. For example, here’s the start of a novel that I’ve crafted, but if you can guess, I never finished :

Crimson flower blooms in the dead of night

Crimson flower blooms in the abscence of light

Crimson flower keepers, they rise and they fall

But crimson flower keepers hold the destiny of all

If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it.

Crimson flower petals leave you gasping for breath

And crimson flower thorns will prick you to death

Crimson flower roots are stronger than steel

Crimson flower dew has the power to heal

But don’t look at the flower with your own eyes

For if you are caught, that’s your demise

Though you won’t even know it, you won’t even fight

Because crimson flower’s poison is a deadly delight

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Anyway, I’d thought I’d share because I’ve got such brilliant ideas, but not the energy to see them through. I’m sure you’d love to know all about our traditions and customs on Venus, so I’ll catch you later, right now, I have to go find Bullet. (He’s got eleven eyes, but not a single one of them works!)