A woman in a red Victorian gown holds an elaborately decorated book as red liquid spills from a tilted, ornate wine glass.

Scarlet lifted a pale red-pink drink, rose-bud wine, in a glass goblet wrapped in silver wines and pearls flowers. She held it too tight and it snapped, she held it at a weird angle and sipped it. It spilled over it and down her front, she dropped the glass and it smashed, her robes changed, her skirt was a large and silky covered in rubies and lace, with main pleats around her waist and a long puffed sleeves, blood red wine colour. She did up her hair, and typed it with a silver bell bracelet. She slipped her glasses into a hidden pocket, she picked up a white moonflower from a green jade vase and slipped it into her hair. She then picked up a little dove green book decorated with copper, the front page was pressed with dried black dahlias and a pressed dry ink inscription; the Dance of the Copper Collie and Other Tales. “What that about… “Once there was a darker skinned man who made a tin cat and copper Collie, they were perfect but unloving and lifeless. The man wished upon his only child's grave for a being to love him. From the maple tree fell a magic dress and out climbed a small fairy, the man dressed her in the dress like a cloak and brought her home. She rewards him for kindness with a gift; a single wish, that man could have only the cat or the dog. He chose the dog and she brought it to life, the thing leaped and for a time they were happy. He treated it like a son, but the thing had no heart. After a time, it left in search of the moon, the moon agreed to let it Mehr sehen