HAPPY BIRTHDAY BSTI!
Your birth date snuck up on me like you have ever since I’ve known you and that invisible cloak of yours.
Last night I dreamed I couriered you 3 velveteen black roses from an esoteric florist. I can’t remember what it meant, or why I sent that particular gift, but I was so happy to be sending them. I floated in space and saw the courier deliver them, both you and Niq were at the door, you opened the box and both smiled widely, knowing it was from me even before reading the card. I visited you and Niq some time later and they were hanging, dried, up on your den wall.