They met.
Virginia Woolf meets E.E.Cummings.
Punctuation needed to be worked.
Soon it became Oscar Wilde and Anais Nin.
With an international flair.
He used to be Voltaire, where she was Simone de Beauvoir.
The imagination is the spur of delights… all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?
Marquis de Sade
Two predators.
Predators on the hunt.
Bloodsuckers.
Nosferatu and Countess Irina von Karstein.
Are they going to unify, become one?
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