Death is not the end—it is ascension. The Bone Monarch reigns in silence, robed
Death is not the end—it is ascension. The Bone Monarch reigns in silence, robed in roses and crowned in decay. Beauty and ruin walk hand in hand.
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Mirror cracked but truth intact—she is the fairest, the fiercest, the forgotten
Mirror cracked but truth intact—she is the fairest, the fiercest, the forgotten queen of ruin. In her reflection, beauty and destruction are one and the same. She doesn’t ask the mirror. She commands it.