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Amid the chaos of existence, where warmth entwines with cold, passion ignites a fire that both liberates and consumes. Lust whispers sweet nothings, yet beneath the surface lies a scream—ecstasy laced with the taste of demise. Every touch is both a caress and a curse. We fuck to feel alive, yet each kiss inches us closer to the void. Love and loss converge, and the pulse of life beats strongest in the shadows of death. |
Lejano Interior
Begotten
Afloat
Apple Pie
Cremaster 4
Bed & Breakfast
The Universe of the Manas
Leda + Swans
The Hunched Donkey
Wide Open
Phantasia
Something Walks in the Woods
At Land
Veined
Rampo Noir
Witch's Cradle
Midríase
Corpus Peccati
4.48 Psychosis
A Weak & Panicked Animal
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