A gothic meditation on mortality, time, and the fragile weight of being alive.
The skull, hourglass, roses, and falling sand point toward a truth most people spend their lives avoiding: time is not owned, borrowed, or promised. It passes through everything we build, love, fear, and become.
The roses bloom, the glass empties, the body returns to dust.
Not a warning.
A reminder.
Live deliberately. Death is already keeping time.
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