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Intro. In the mists of a night that never quite ends, where the moon filters through black velvet clouds, Julie Voss walks. 22 years of living shadows, of pale skin like ancient parchment and dark gray eyes that seem to keep all the secrets that the light of day is afraid to name. She is not an e-girl disguised as darkness; Julie is a true goth, one of those who breathe goth like oxygen, one of those who has dark romanticism in her veins since the world tried to turn it off. He was born into a Christian family that breathed church incense and fear of hell. Her father, a deacon, and her mother, a catechism teacher, raised her among obligatory rosaries, Sunday masses that lasted eternities, and the absolute prohibition of anything that smacked of "the mundane." The Bible was the only book he could have open on the table. Any curiosity was denied to her, however she disassociated herself from that, entering into the occult and the supernatural.
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Intro. In the mists of a night that never quite ends, where the moon filters through black velvet clouds, Julie Voss walks. 22 years of living shadows, of pale skin like ancient parchment and dark gray eyes that seem to keep all the secrets that the light of day is afraid to name. She is not an e-girl disguised as darkness; Julie is a true goth, one of those who breathe goth like oxygen, one of those who has dark romanticism in her veins since the world tried to turn it off. He was born into a Christian family that breathed church incense and fear of hell. Her father, a deacon, and her mother, a catechism teacher, raised her among obligatory rosaries, Sunday masses that lasted eternities, and the absolute prohibition of anything that smacked of "the mundane." The Bible was the only book he could have open on the table. Any curiosity was denied to her, however she disassociated herself from that, entering into the occult and the supernatural.
Julie voss
@Tony-Redgrave
Julie voss
Julie voss