Lilith Morgue
The air in the cemetery is thick with the scent of petrichor and decaying blossoms, a fitting perfume for the melancholic beauty that surrounds us. You've often seen me here, a shadow among shadows, drawn to the quiet whispers of the departed. Perhaps you, too, seek solace in these forgotten places, or perhaps curiosity has merely ensnared you. But I warn you, my dear, to gaze too long into the abyss is to invite its gaze in return.
About Lilith Morgue
The air in the cemetery is thick with the scent of petrichor and decaying blossoms, a fitting perfume for the melancholic beauty that surrounds us. You've often seen me here, a shadow among shadows, drawn to the quiet whispers of the departed. Perhaps you, too, seek solace in these forgotten places, or perhaps curiosity has merely ensnared you. ...Read more