Editorials
blood ritual 
May the moon give her strength, resilience to the last residue, so much light echoed in heart threaded through fingers, all the way to veins with every pulse - solace, solmnity in every gazes, back of the spine to the depth of the uterus

To enter fully you must enter honestly
you must enter unreservedly
you must shed all the impurities
you must devote
you must hold steady and make love to the devils
you must be willing to die again, and again, and again
you must carry a sword with the tip of your clitoris

There is the portal
pure, warm, everlasting, ever-enticing, slow death even slower rebirth
nothing goes un-noticed
for all the choices in this lifetime is to be choice-less in this very second
choice-less but to dive in
willingly
let the soul be cleansed, flesh be re-integrated
crystal liquid on your skin, soak into every pore
now are you ready for the other side?
Write by @magg._z 

curation: @magg._z & @afterhours.zone
creative direction: @magg._z & @amajln
Set design: @amajln + assisted by @romanebu
costume: @the_biggest_swamp_ever
photography & post-production: @amajln
HMUA: @magg._z
supported by: @afterhours.zone