her red hair whipping around as she holds her skirt off of the ground to run. her grey, layered dress moving left and right as each leg extends. her blue eyes scream betrayal as makeup drips down her porcelain face. and her tiara of spikes lodged into her head bleeds uncontrollably like her sobs.
foggy dress
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