Void to Void

Void to Void

All are from the the void, and to the void all return.

Night in the Cemetery

Night in the Cemetery

And when the veil opens we dance with the dead.

Children of the Forest

Children of the Forest

The forest is a good place to hide, to belong. To connect with the lost child behind the curtain of consciousness.

Torn Apart Demon Heart

Torn Apart Demon Heart

When thoughts are fed to us and left to fester, we forget who we are, and then the heartbroken demon appears.

Deep in the Dark Woods

Deep in the Dark Woods

The whole forest wants to devour you.

A Dirge for what's Dead

A Dirge for what's Dead

Grief is an ocean, fury crashing at the shores.

Weirdos

Weirdos

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Frost-bitten

Frost-bitten

Wandering in the frozen city, our hearts burning, feeling everything.

FVNERAL

FVNERAL

You are dead, but we are not mourning.

The Blood of Pomegranates

The Blood of Pomegranates

A stab in the heart. The sacred and the rotting.

No Exit

No Exit

You can feel the bloodless face of death peering at you from the hollow, wet places of the city.

Memento Mori

Memento Mori

Remember that you will die. Remember that life is a gift; but it is not ours to keep forever.

The Dark Arts

The Dark Arts

Look through the flame, and tell us what you see.

The Void, Trans-muted

The Void, Trans-muted

Fear dissolves in the light, however, and she is born.

Vampyr

Vampyr

You are married to darkness, but you have never forgotten the sun.

Dismal Decay

Dismal Decay

There are places where shadows live, hiding in the attics of forgotten places, their whispers a century old, believing they were forgotten.

The Dark Arts

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Look through the flame, and tell us what you see. Clench your ash-stained claws—gaunt from centuries beyond your reckoning—to hold the vision in place. Grapple with the shadows as they seep in from the edges of your vision, and do not quaver when devils emerge to peer back. They do not come to harm you. Listen to them. Watch as they remove their bloodless masks, and then stare into the abyss. Your heart may seize upon recognizing its own reflection. Let the thurible smoke carry your words into the unknown. Make small offerings of things you’ve found along life’s dusty paths, such as fragile carapaces that no longer sing but remain untouched in forsaken beauty. Blow out the candle, and sit in the darkness till you find what you’ve been too afraid to know.