Hooded Skeleton Secret Shush Dark Aesthetic

Some secrets are worth keeping, even after the skin has left the bone.

A rattle in the midnight deep,
While all the city is asleep.
No tongue to speak, no lungs to breathe,
But secrets hide beneath his sleeve.
Stay silent now, don't make a sound,
Lest what is lost is surely found.

You stumble into the back corner of the warehouse, the smell of damp wood and old candle wax thick in the air. A figure leans casually against the crates, bones rattling softly under a heavy, tattered hoodie. He raises a single, bleached finger to where his lips used to be. He isn't guarding the cargo; he's guarding the silence of the room. Every time you unlock your phone, he reminds you that some things are better left unspoken. If you enjoy the company of those who prefer the quiet, you should see our Silas Spectral Raven.