A Presence Kept skull not reverently

not reverently

this doily captures the essence of the season's magic

eyes gleaming with promises made only in moonlight

and in her search for eternal life

the light dimmer

A Presence Kept skull not reverentlyThe moon isnt high yet when they step outside. It hangs low, caught between rooftops, light still thin and uneven. Enough to see by, not enough to trust. The street is quiet in that way that makes every sound feel placed. Footsteps, breath, the faint shift of something that doesnt quite belong to either. They reach for the necklace without thinking. It sits close, steady against the throat, but it doesnt stay unnoticed. The woven links catch the light