note: (Halle Berry will be the oc face playing zendaya's biological mom)
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AUGUST 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ🍂🍃༄｡°
SEPTEMBER .𖥔 ݁ ˖🍁๋࣭ ⭑🍂༘⋆
OCTOBER .𖥔 ݁ ˖🍁๋࣭ ⭑🍂༘⋆
NOVEMBER ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🥐
☃︎ ♡₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊ DECEMBER
₊˚｡⋆❆⋆｡˚₊ JANUARY
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Ravens crowing was the first sign I knew I was deep in an onset of woods. They circled above my head as if waiting for the moment to swoop down and peck out my eyes. Everything here was misty, eerie, something quite literally out of a Hitchcock film. The trees croaked and whistled in the swift current breeze; what sun filtered through the thick canopy above created a ghostly sheen over everything in contrast to the fog billowing in slowly and creepily. But that's not what grabbed my attention.
It was the cemetery I stood in. Grave stones, each inscribed with the same surname, in perfect eloquent French cursive Beaufort. It was a family of graves, generation after generation of the legacy of Beaufort passed down through different women in different eras. I followed the grim path of white lilies and hyacinths that laid a bed on each grave site mound.
