Widelene's Past What do I remember before dying? Very little. I remember looking for something. It was... a flower, I think. A choeblack. I had been searching for hours and then I heard a rush of water. I got swept away and... nothing. The next time I woke up, I was a zombi in service to Bokor Patrice, whom I served for many years.

Do I remember my time with him? It is difficult to explain. My time as one of his zombi is easy to remember, but I feel as if I were looking through the eyes of someone else. I am sorry for not being better at describing that experience.

How did I escape? Well... I did not escape. I was freed.

The zombi in this is heavily inspired by Haitian Voodou. If I got something wrong, please tell me. I do a lot of research into each character I make, and I want to be as accurate as possible. Either send me a private message or an ask and I’ll try responding asap.

So I’ve decided to take a break from my comic project: 54. I don’t really post much about it, but if you are wondering why it’s because I don’t really feel that invested in it for the time being. It’s been in my head awhile that I don’t really care that much about it right now, but I’ve been pushing it aside.