Rockabye Baby
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Born dead, living dead, and in love with the living. Juliet never saw the light of day, as her mother died when she was pregnant with her. A miscarried child who died alongside her mother, Juliet knows she is held captive by death and will never get a chance to live.
But there's a lot more to death than any living being can ever imagine. In fact, is there really such thing as an eternal 'death'?
And not only is Juliet held captive by the death she was born into, but also by her mother who brought her there. Ever since Juliet was born, she knew there was more to her mother than she's been told.
And although Juliet knows her mother has been forever scarred from the experience of having her would've-been firstborn daughter die, she wonders if she'll ever stop hearing the words,
"Rockabye, baby, rockabye."
WARNING: GRAPHIC AND DISTURBING CONTENT INCLUDING VIOLENCE, PARANORMAL ACTIVITY, DEATH, WEIRD PSYCHOTIC THINGS, A SORT OF HUMAN PUPPETRY, SLAVERY, SELF HARM, ETC. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.
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