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Plague Doctor riding a horse

Empty swings serve as a reminder that bad times are never permanent.

We enjoy the night, the darkness, where we can do things that aren’t acceptable in the light. Night is when we slake our thirst

Beware: for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.

The potion of eternal life

Communicating with the spirit of the dead

The horse of Pestilence is hungry for apocalypse and carrots. Mostly for carrots. 🐴