Bloodstitch

Once she only wanted a throne. Gold, reverence, power, the holy trinity of every mortal queen. But the world demanded more than beauty. It demanded blood. So she made a pact, not with God, but with the dark. The dark stitched her wishes into flesh, and took her soul as payment. Each time she aged, she opened her skin and rewove herself anew. Every scar became a verse, every stitch, a spell. And when even youth grew hollow, she drank eternity itself. Now her laughter burns through the halls of the damned. Her tongue glows with the same fire that devoured her name. She is the seam between life and death, and she is still not finished sewing.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT1XaCf6gkjFnKg3QmPfn6gep53moMvjkj1E

Token ID

20437