Placeholder: You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom

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You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom

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You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
Surrealist vintage photo of a woman wearing eerie white broken leather rabbit mask with hollow eyes, in a desolate rural setting, vintage-styled, stained body, overcast lighting, shot with a shallow depth of field to emphasize the haunting mood.
Vintage black and white photo of a young woman with two eerie figures wearing creepy masks and veils, one with a circular hole and the other with intricate wires and mesh, standing side by side in a dimly lit room, with a plain background, reminiscent of old horror photography, with a haunting and surreal atmosphere.
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You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
Vintage black and white photo of a young woman with two eerie figures wearing creepy masks and veils, one with a circular hole and the other with intricate wires and mesh, standing side by side in a dimly lit room, with a plain background, reminiscent of old horror photography, with a haunting and surreal atmosphere.
[The Norns] Vintage black and white photo of three young woman eerie figures wearing creepy masks and veils, one with a circular hole and the other with intricate wires and mesh, standing side by side in a dimly lit room, with a plain background, reminiscent of old horror photography, with a haunting and surreal atmosphere.
Beverly Grove: Eyes widened with determination I won't be swayed by their tricks. I've seen the harm they inflict, the lives shattered in their wake. They must be held accountable. Innocent people have suffered, their souls trapped in the clutches of their malevolent rituals. Dahlia Death: A hint of sadness in her voice Indeed, the Order's actions have consequences that ripple through the realms of the living and the dead. But know this, Beverly, they are cunning and well-guarded. Unmasking them
You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
[light blue, head in her hands] Intricate golden threads had been woven into its sheer fabric to create a flowing pattern of symbols - starbursts, curling vines, birds taking wing. The designs seemed to shift and dance as the scarf shifted in the breeze, as if carrying hidden meanings just beyond comprehension. Framed by this ethereal collar, her porcelain visage was brought into sharp relief. Full crimson lips pressed thoughtfully beneath her noble profile, contained a fiery spirit that longed
You say my time here has been some sort of joke That I've been messing around Some sort of incubating period For when I really come around but I'm cracking up And you have no idea No idea how it feels to be on your own In your own home with the fucking phone And the mother of gloom
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