Smells like trampled violets, freshly unearthed ginger root, and amber incense burning in a makeshift altar constructed in a little spot in the forest where the moon shines through the treetops. Sweet, soft, and a little bit dirty at first, Night Spell warms up to be actually kind of filthy, with messy hair, a little smile, and knowledge of strange rituals conducted in the dark.
Would you like to randomly get updates about sales or new products? What about discount codes? How would you feel if it only happened a couple times a month? No pressure. I'll probably cuss and include pictures of cats, so, you know, fair warning, I guess.
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