📚 i found these beauties at a vintage bookshop near my workplace 📚
i offer you old photos, brimming with old memories. i offer you the chill you get when someone calls your name in a dream. i am giving you hands, cut off at the wrists, with bruised knuckles and dirt under the fingernails. i offer you a tooth broken off in to a cursed fig, and a deteriorating book -- an old registry of spellcasters. in return, caretaker, i only have one question. if the choice is available, is it worth it to chose immortality over humanity?