October 3, 2025
Description
In the Skullwood, they say some spirits never learned the art of rest. This one was a reveler in life, unwilling to set down the cup even in death. Bound to an eternal banquet, its bones clutch the bottle as though it were the last draught before the void.
To place it in your home is to invite the echo of that endless toast — a reminder that every pour is borrowed time, and every drink is a pact with the grave.
License:
Standard Digital File License