Art by Tenebrous Kate
Words by Edgar Allan Poe
Scents by Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab
There was much of the beautiful, much of the wanton, much of the bizarre, something of the terrible, and not a little of that which might have excited disgust. To and fro in the seven chambers there stalked, in fact, a multitude of dreams. And these — the dreams — writhed in and about, taking hue from the rooms, and causing the wild music of the orchestra to seem as the echo of their steps.
A blackened lavender mist, thick with opoponax, licorice root, and benzoin.