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"I loved women so much that it was easy for them to hurt me. I don't mean to say that women are bad. ALL people are bad. I HATE people. I'm not racist, because I myself am of Icelandic-Scottish-Russian-Polish origin. No, I hate the 'human race' as such. Black, White, Asian or from Iceland, I hate you. And do you know why? Because you are a human and will use every opportunity to destroy me. I don't trust anyone. I was hurt very much by some women that I really loved. One after the other, of course- I never had a harem or anything. I trusted them, and they fucked my best friend, for example. When you are with a woman, not just sexually, but very passionately, you say all these beautiful things to each other and there are actually two hearts that belong together. It's unbelievable when something like that happens. How can you do that?"

~Peter Steele~ Rock Hard Interview 1998

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« Beneath the Moon’s Eternal Gaze Everything under the moon whispers of sorrow and bloom. Roses bleed where shadows lie, and stars forget how to die... »

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« She is made of lilac dreams, moonlit whispers, and wild magic... » (All the photos were taken by me)

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« Her hair was black as a starless night, shiny, smooth, soft to the touch, yet never quite tamed — just like her... » – Blood of Elves (Andrzej Sapkowski)

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« In the glow of violet stained glass, the soul rises toward heaven, as if immersed in the mystical light of eternity... »

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« Beneath the silver hush of night, the lilac bloomed — bold as a lover’s promise, sweet as forgotten dreams... »

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« Where lilacs smell the strongest, my curls absorb darkness like a prayer... »

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« Beneath the golden shroud of noon, the meringues, soft-hearted and crowned with violet tears, whispered of forgotten gardens and elixirs brewed in sunlight...»

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« She sleeps where twilight lingers longest—in a bed the color of bruised violets, wrapped in shadows that carry the scent of old rain and silent storms... »

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Bernie Wrightson

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« I’ve just gathered half a liter of violets. For now, I’ve brewed a turquoise, fragrant tea that turns a pale violet mist with just a drop of lemon juice. I’m also planning to make a syrup—to pour over the Easter cheesecake like a whisper of spring veiled in shadow… »

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« In the dusk of evening, when the lilac bloomed with the blood of dreams, its scent was like a whisper from the crypt — sweet, yet foretelling oblivion... »

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« She bloomed in silence, a porcelain soul draped in midnight — untouched by time, yet aching with every forgotten dream... »

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