Her midnight soul twinkled under the moon’s luminescence. She wore all black to match the shadows and lackluster night. Inside the house long dark curtains block cobweb covered window panes, an easel sits solitary in the corner with painted skulls and different macabre goddesses fitting astrological signs. Her footsteps light upon the creaky dark cherry hardwood floor, lighting candles one by one around the room. Unbothered by the concept of aging, tattoos cover her body, her obsidian hair falling effortlessly down her back.