A Twisted Fairytale

She gazed over the living with hollow eyes.


Her white cloak dragged behind her in a long, white trail.


Mist curled around her fingers like rings.


She sat on a concrete coffin laced with roses.


You thought you knew this woman, but no.


The woman you knew is a dream.


A fairytale.


Now, it’s time for you to meet the real Snow White.

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