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Ongoing, First published Mar 14, 2023
The aesthetic of words. 

Have you ever asked yourself: "What is the life of a castle ghost like?" 
Well, they might not be able to live a life like you do, but let me tell you, they see something most of you don't; beauty. It's the charm in small things you'd never notice. 
It's the scent of old books. Or the moon's glow on a misty evening. It's the dancing of candlelight, along with the humming of the wind. It's the elegance of handwritten letters. And the feeling of dancing under the moonlight. 

Let your imagination free as Sarcoline shows you the beauty of a ghost's life.
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