In the shadowy cloak of All Hallows' Eve, with the moon bleeding crimson through skeletal branches, a Witch Bear awakens from its crypt of forgotten tales. Its fur, once soft as autumn leaves, now bristles with the malice of a thousand devoured souls, its eyes glowing like embers from the underworld. A polka-dotted hat, a crown of cursed stars, rests on its head. In its razor-clawed grip, an ethereal Wisp floats, a spectral infant born from the screams of the damned. Its translucent form pulses with the cold hunger of the void.
Beside it, on the splintered spine of a broom, sits the Abyssal Minnow. Its scales shimmer in forbidden hues as it whispers incantations that twist the wind into wailing. The broom, a gnarled relic hewn from the Tree of Eternal Night, cleaves the fog with infernal flames that lick the sky. Trails of ash leave behind, birthing nightmares in the waking world.. Dangling from its handle, the Pumpkin Grimoire swings like a pendulum of doom, with its jagged grin etched with runes that summon the restless dead. Below, the Hound of Hollow Whispers lurks in the underbrush, with his sweater frayed by spectral winds and ears pricked to the echoes of your approaching fate. Loyal guardian or harbinger of the pack, it remains uncertain. Etched in the corner is the Oracle's gaze: a feline sentinel with eyes like fractured obsidian, whose pupils dilate to swallow your secrets. Her tiny fangs are bared in a hiss that foretells the unraveling of your sanity.
This is no mere token, but a shard of the veil between worlds. It is a digital curse that binds itself to your soul upon claim. If you gaze too long, you will feel the chill seeping into your veins, as the blood freezes mid-pulse, and the Witch Bear's coven calls your name in the dead of night.. Dare you ride with her into the eclipse, or will you flee, only to find her shadow etched eternally in your dreams? Own the haunted. Become the hunted. Limited edition: 1/1, forged in the fires of forgotten Halloween horrors.
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