God's Body Is Lost

When gears bite the bones of dancers, paint eats the soul of painters, and tombstones breed worms that eat memories—— The girl with an hourglass on her back woke up from the cemetery, her silver hair dyed with starlight and rust. The Pocket Watch of Time in her palm is the only key to solidifying madness and the poison that accelerates her own alienation. Step over the rusty remains of gods and sip bitter tea in the ruins of joy. "The light that purifies the world is dragging me toward the abyss."