Lovecraftian pizza cult warning sigils
A collection of weathered beauty
Ignores unknown callers
Exiles turned oracles
Short
Snarky
Utterly iconic
Cacophony of colour
Ancient. Regal. Absolutely heard mermaid gossip (and kept it)
Once a part of a perfume vial owned by someone who hexed her ex with accidental kindess
What survived not what pleases
Each piece belongs to someone who laughed with me, cried near me, or taught me something too weird to explain
I was broken but then I was beautiful
Now I just exist unbothered, gleaming
sparkles without trying
Softened, weathered, storm-tossed, and survivor-made
Deliciously goth, vaguely threatening and extremely relatable in the digital age (and the afterlife alike)
The veil is not a customer service line
My spiritual voice mail is full you had your chance when I was alive do not summon me unless you are on the list
I do not do hauntings unless you have been vetted by my assistant.
