Still dizzy from clocks that melted, fish with legs, and staircases that led nowhere, the eggs now tiptoed through velvet darkness and echoing crypts. Bats flapped like applause overhead, a pipe organ played itself, and nobody offered garlic at dinner. Can these angry eggs hold their yolk in a land of shadows... or be scrambled by the "vampires"?
surreal art painting of anthropomorphic angry eggs as piranhas with green fish fins swimming and chasing cows across a surreal barren ocean ; in the style of Leonora Carrington
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A modern look into the Strigoi, and how even in modern clothes that cursed existence would never allow...