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“ᴵ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵒⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶠᵉᵉᵈˢ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐⁱˢᵉʳʸ”

"We still deny the things we hide inside ourselves. Cut the ties I'm running blind inside this hell."

Blue Porcelain.

𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 —

In the end, it was friends who broke my heart.

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Take your last breath.

"The grass is on the grave, you can bury my heart six feet deep but that ain't gonna help you sleep so let me drown in denial, dead on arrival"

-- ꜱᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ; ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀ ᴄʀʏ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ɢᴏʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪʀᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀʀɪꜱᴇ.

Sinned.

❝ 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 ━

Morrigan Frel is a scholar and an apothecary who dabbles in alchemy. With a curious trove of knowledge in the occult and blood magic, she travels the land healing the afflicted, but little do her patients know that their blood is used for a more... greater purpose. To cure a greater disease that is far beyond their own comprehension.

Help the lost Twitter spirits find us all.