From start to finish it's a tour through a haunted house where moths and lamps flutter simultaneously and stairs creak as hinges unbind. The house is falling apart and its only being held together ever so slightly by the shrill sounds playing out of an old, withered record player in the corner of the rotting living room. A girl with white hair wrapped in what seems to be a frayed bed sheet turns slightly to acquire mutual gaze and starts humming tunes with an odd amount of bass to it. She blows five rings of smoke from her cracked lips in the shape of [oOoOO].
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