Not every transformation ends in light. Some wings unfold into shadows, patterned in bone and whispered with dread.
Lepidopterror is the echo of metamorphosis gone beautifully wrong — a butterfly crowned with a skull’s grim grin, equal parts delicate and dire. She’s haunting, elegant, and just a little unhinged.
She’s for: 🖤 Shadow work that flutters between beauty and fear 💀 Altars that crave both lace and bone 🔥 Those who find their glow-ups a little more… gothic
Each one is hand-poured in a soy and beeswax blend, fully customisable in scent and colour. Pretty, creepy, and unapologetically Fayytal.
⚠️ Warning: May attract mothman energy, unwanted omens, and admirers with questionable intentions.
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Not every transformation ends in light. Some wings unfold into shadows, patterned in bone and whispered with dread.
Lepidopterror is the echo of metamorphosis gone beautifully wrong — a butterfly crowned with a skull’s grim grin, equal parts delicate and dire. She’s haunting, elegant, and just a little unhinged.
She’s for: 🖤 Shadow work that flutters between beauty and fear 💀 Altars that crave both lace and bone 🔥 Those who find their glow-ups a little more… gothic
Each one is hand-poured in a soy and beeswax blend, fully customisable in scent and colour. Pretty, creepy, and unapologetically Fayytal.
⚠️ Warning: May attract mothman energy, unwanted omens, and admirers with questionable intentions.
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