Eros and Thanatos

"Yearning for what was lost, haunted."

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.