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This isn’t just a blog—it’s a séance.
This isn’t just a blog—it’s a séance.
This is where the lore lives—wild at the edges, gleaming in the dark, and unapologetically alive.
I write to remember what the world tried to bury. From sacred sirens and silver-screen sinners to the witches in fishnets and the girls still dancing under neon moons—these are the stories that matter. I’m here to protect, to provoke, and to cast light on what’s been kept in the dark. Welcome to the space between myth and survival—raw, sacred, and sharp as stilettos.
By fire’s glow and moon’s soft sway,
No ill will may enter this way.
Step with honor, turn if not—
This sacred space guards what’s sought.
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