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the madame

“Mei...” The name slipped from her lips like a promise whispered to the wind. It was no longer an echo of what had been but the embodiment of what was to come. Shattered and remade, she molded herself with the precision of one who mastered every fragment of her own existence. There were no more chains. No more limits."

 ✦ about me.  Hi, I’m Mei. Brazilian designer, passionate and obsessed with Swain, gothic aesthetics, and philosophy. I’m drawn to dense ideas, constantly questioning and weaving them into everything I create.My soundtrack blends darkwave, goth and metal, sounds that reflect my emotional universe. Art, music, and visual narratives are my refuge.My biggest dream is to live through my art and, if possible, to turn this passion into something positive for those who cross my path. In everything I create, I hope there’s a glimpse of what is truest, most beautiful, and luminous, for me, that comes from God. Feel free to discover my world or share yours with me. 

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 Order above chaos:  Without coherence, there isno place here. Respect above all:  Empty words and disrespectful behavior have no place here. No profanations:   Swain will not be sexualized nor reduced to a fetish. He is power, not an object. No cheap illusions:   LeBlanc and any mention of Swainblanc do not exist here. The Black Rose dies in this place.

 madame.  
"The sacrifices had only just begun, for the greater good. And so, there was no turning back. Only the path ahead, where reality and power intertwined, shaping the world to the touch of her threads."

 swain. 
“If only you could tell her yourself how you failed,” the Grand General whispered, his voice rumbling with the wrath of eons. “If only she, too, could heed the wisdom of the dead.”

 Mark 7:6 
"He answered and said unto them, Well hath Esaias prophesied of you hypocrites, as it is written, This people honoureth me with their lips, but their heart is far from me."