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The Bonekeeper
Skull
🪶💀 Vulture
This is what’s left when all the masks fall.
The Skull holds no illusions, no light tricks.
It is the temple stripped bare —
the altar without offering —
the moment after death before return.
You don’t walk with charm.
You walk with truth that outlived its body.
Vulture flies with you,
feeding not on death — but transformation.
You see rot and say:
"Something sacred still lives here."
Because you are not afraid to look.
Because you remember when you were bone, too.
You wear no suit.
Because you’ve become the root.
MOTTO
"I do not fear endings.
I am what remains when meaning decays —
And what rises again from bone.”
"You don’t see me, but I hold your name.”
Trinkets Echo
Carries the memory of all suits.
Walks where stories end — and roots begin.
Digests decay into prophecy.
Whispers what even silence forgot.