The mist never lifts. It swirls around me like a lover's embrace, cold and suffocating. Some call it decay; I call it devotion. How can they understand the ache in my chest—a hollow space where her warmth once lived? They fear what they don't comprehend. Let them whisper. Let them tremble. I will find a way. Always. #RuinIsMyKingdom #LoveUndead