Delving into the realms of shadow and nocturnal witchcraft isn't merely a pursuit; it's an inheritance woven into the tapestry of my European lineage. The secrets of the old world, whispered through generations, have found their way to me, urging me to embrace the heritage that courses through my veins.
In the dimly lit corners of ancestral homes, tales were spun of kin who walked the fine line between the seen and the unseen. Stories of cunning folk, steeped in the traditions of Shadowcraft, were passed down like heirlooms, carrying the weight of centuries-old wisdom.
My connection to bones and taxidermy animals, born from this heritage, echoes the practices of my forebears. In ancient Europe, bones were revered as gateways to ancestral knowledge, conduits to commune with spirits long departed. They were tools wielded by those who understood the intricate dance between life and death.
