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“By hollow eyes and vacant slumber, Brittle mind and rot become her. Drooling Viscera by bloody toil, Putrid bile plants meat in soil. Sleepless body become her own, Prying forth her rigid bone. When two collide in cursed role, So comes forth the wicked sole.” - The Hands of Vhasa.
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Hi, I'm Evey, a horror artist with ideas to share.
