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Who is this if it is not The Dead Bride and The Dead Daughter who owns this Graveyard? Weaving threads through silk and rigor mortis just to hear a yes from a long lost tongue which turned into ash. Or the living must say, the architect of resurrection and the only mirror that reflects every corrupted soul.
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The Dead Bride and The Dead Daughter are busy in the back, stitching the dead into something you can actually hold. They take the grim parts of the corpses and turn them into handmade relics for The Dear Living Dead. That, is you.


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📝 Please, let us know what you desire the most, our dear living dead... ♥

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It was stirring within the veiled hush of a forgotten graveyard, in farthest corner where the mist clings to ancient stones. Each pale bloom trembled beneath a shroud of silver fog, whispering its fragile poise to wandering night. Fragrant yet forsaken, radiant yet grievously unaccompanied—thus it yearns for kindred souls whose laughter may echo through silent crypts and rustle the withered petals beneath moon’s languid gaze. Oh, Dearest Living Dead, we’re currently seeking mutuals who offer profile needs and writing commissions. Should you dare to drift nearer to @NecroloveSFSBot and wander through this quiet sepulchre beside me, perhaps slumbering graves will stir once more, and the lament of lonesome magnolia shall finally find its voice within fog.
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