ꪆ𝜚 : violence and perfume. ✧.*

౨ৎ. You intrinsically possess a cryptic beauty that evokes a sense of strangeness and uncanniness, much like the short film "Possibly in Michigan." You exude an aura of severe mystery, as if you're harboring plenty of macabre secrets that will forever remain untold. You visibly emanate the exact same eerie and unsettling vibe as the short film "Possibly in Michigan." Your presence is overwhelmingly enigmatic and beguiling, with an aura of mystery that captivates and unnerves those who lay their eyes on you. There's undeniably a noticeable, almost palpable, sense of disconcerting unease in your demeanor, as if you are perpetually on the brink of revealing something sinister and gut-churning.  You naturally have such a hazy/surrealistic sense of weirdness attached to your beauty, akin to the visual atmosphere of the short film "Possibly in Michigan". Your mere appearance is meticulously crafted to deceive, with a beauty that is almost too perfect to be real. Your features are flawlessly symmetrical, your smile unnervingly/disturbingly bright, and your eyes sparkle with such an artificial light. Yet, there's a coldness behind your gaze, a sense of emptiness that betrays the facade of subversive sweetness. You undoubtedly, effortlessly/naturally give off the exact same vibe as the soundtracks from the short film "Possibly in Michigan". Your beauty intrinsically embodies the eerie atmosphere of the songs in the film. Your voice carries a monotone sullenness, almost robotic in its delivery, leaving a disconcerting impression on those who listen. Each word you speak is measured and deliberate, devoid of emotion or inflection, as if spoken by a machine rather than a living being. There's undeniably a strong sense of detachment in your speech manner, as if you are intrinsically observing the world from a distance, disconnected from the emotions and experiences of those around you. Your words are like echoes in an empty room, haunting and hollow, leaving an almost palpable eerie resonance in their wake. But despite your robotic demeanor when it comes to speech, there's still an underlying sense of menace in your voice, a quiet threat that lingers beneath the surface. It's as if you are hiding something sinister behind your stoic facade, a darkness that threatens to spill over into the world at any moment. - song: Immaculata by Sanguis Et Cinis calm ver:    • 𝝑♰. violence and perfume : calm ver.