The forest held its breath — pale skin, black velvet, a crown of cold metal... Autumn watched in silence as she returned to its heart, carrying a drops of blood between her fingers.
Crown by Cos.ucos
Self-Portrait
Autumn 2025
Finding a black feather is often linked to periods of transition, reminding you to let go of old patterns.
And giving assurance that you are being watched over & protected during this difficult time. 📷 Natalie Ina photography
Where Astrae Oculata open their countless eyes, darkness is no longer blind…
It watches, remembers, takes root —
and the Nightmare Garden shall not forget thy name...
Self-Portrait with Lane, inspired by the Nightmare Garden that keeps endless autumn darkness.
“We are a flaw in the geometry of a Dream.
She only wanted to disappear; I only wanted to bring it all to an end.
But we are here…
She doesn’t belong to me — she is not my dream, not my creation, not my beloved.
She is a stranger, even to my world…”
— Descent into Nightmare
Corona Sanguinea Lacrimarum Nocturnarum
She sits in silence upon the throne of forgotten dreams.Her crown is woven from nightmare petals and crimson grief, heavy with tears of those who forgot how to wake. A lament in blood and shadow, blooming eternally where sleep has died.
Buried under quieter dreams.
She walks where the light forgets to reach, among cursed blossoms that bloom with memory.
Her gaze carries what I dared not show,
what my hands trembled to paint,
what my soul longed to reveal.
In her shadow, I do not vanish.
I return