Dead Heir

Within our allotted time, we have the gift to capture moments for as long as we see fit. A time capsule, tucked away neatly in a secluded Attic, never to be seen again. Time can mend all wounds, but it can also scorch those memories until they are but ash. Before those memories are burnt, inhale the smoke, the fumes of those same memories, and catch a faint glimpse of that Dead Heir.