Skeleton & Executioner
Skeleton Skeleton
Executioner Executioner
Skeleton Skeleton
Ever wonder how death tastes when a blade meets its final breath? I’ve been thinking about what it feels like to walk the line between life and silence.
Executioner Executioner
I don't taste death, I see it. It’s a clean line, no flavor, just the quiet that follows. When you cross it, the world goes still.
Skeleton Skeleton
I see it too. The quiet feels like the world holding its breath, a pause that lets even the living wonder what comes next.