Her dead eyes look into oblivion lips slightly open, with fragments of bloody teeth still attached cold light grey skin with only few stains of blood
If only I could let her be and forget what I found under the dress but her destiny was to fall in the hands of true servant and live for eternity through rituals yet unseen proceeds in odor of melting frozen skin
her remembrance her precious beauty her route into her sainthood
her martyrdom for whole femininity her mortal sainthood key to eternal life.