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The camera pans across a dark, decrepit steel cage, its bars cloaked in shadows, the air thick with a sense of foreboding. The faint sound of dripping water echoes in the background. In the center, Gemini stands, her figure almost … Read More

“Step into the labyrinth, Tombstone.” In the dimly lit confines of her lair, Gemini, Pestilence herself, speaks with a sinister edge, her words echoing ominously through the twisted corridors of her labyrinth. “Here, in my domain, the very air breathes … Read More

Gemini is sat with a guitar, El Mariachi Muerte carefully placed behind her, his arms guiding hers. “Now, place your fingers upon the G-string, like that. When you play, it should sing out beautifully, like this…” He places his own … Read More

A single string moves along the screen, a harbinger of tales untold. An image fades into being atop it, a world both familiar and foreign. ONE Aarman Fidel stands at the entrance to Eden. Behind him, cloaked in shadow, Gemini’s … Read More

Illumination Antiques is a fascinating place, hosting the solemn dance of antiques, each step a ponderous waltz with time itself. Picture, if you will, a grandiose grandfather clock, its once resplendent face tarnished by the relentless march of years. Each … Read More

Narcissa Balenciaga. Once a weaver of fabrics, now a seamstress of revolution. How quaint, the journey from the loom of vanity to the anvil of rebellion. ‘Fashion’ by David Bowie, a song of rhythm and satire, echoes the very essence … Read More

In the shadowed corridors of time, where the whispers of history mingle with the echoes of the present, there lies a profound irony in the dance of the Antique and the Edict. The Antique, a testament to the passage of … Read More

In the theater of existence, there is a character unseen and oft forgotten: The soothsayer. Veiled in shadows, he whispers of futures untold, of paths yet to tread. His eyes, milky white, see not the world before him but the … Read More

Vengeance. A force as ancient as time itself, a pestilence that feeds on the soul, decaying the very essence of one’s being. It is a disease, a blight that spreads, consuming the heart and mind, leaving nothing but a hollow … Read More

In the woods of the Mortuary, the ACA scramble to find a way out. Mr. Kleen is stood, listening to his mop intently. Beside him, unseen to all, is Gemini… …whispering to the Mop of Justice. “In the recesses of … Read More