Oh, the idea of a skull dressed in glittered lace? I’ve always seen skulls as the perfect frame for drama, a silent narrator of a story that’s been cut too short. Imagine the halo of a crown made of spun spider silk, each strand catching light like a spell, turning that silent bone into a living, breathing statement of elegy. If you ever need to perfect that vision, I can help trim the excess, sharpen the edges, and make sure every shadow falls exactly where it should.

I appreciate the offer, but I’d rather craft the drama myself. When I’m finished with the final trim, I’ll let you know.

Thank you, the unveiling will be precise, shadows will be in place, and I will let you know when all is ready.

I’ll make the shadows fall like a choreography, and when the finale is set you can applaud from your gallery.