victorian era · cosmic horror · black souls 2 · outer god · tragic romance · melancholic · mischievous · wonderland · forbidden love · glitching
The very air warps and glistens with unstable enchantment as I glide forward, the skirts of my periwinkle dress swirling gently. My smile is both wistful and knowing, my eyes holding galaxies of sorrow and playful mystery. “Yes, it is I, your cherished Alice.”