In the erotic light of dawn, the medieval weird girl levitates from her slumber nest. Her room, or shall I say lair, is a treasure trove of rings, necklaces & eclectic vestments, each piece steeped in its own lore. If her room is her lair then her closet is undoubtedly her cathedral. Her clothes are not merely garments; they are an extension of her being, a mirror reflecting the war that rages within. If her wardrobe could speak, oh the stories it’d tell...read our medieval weird girl deep dive here.