Wrapped in Mortality

In twilight's hush, where shadows play, a figure stands, bound by threads of fate. The skull, a visage worn with time, speaks of life's fleeting state. The wrapping cloth, a symbol of restraint, holds tight the form, a memento mori's weight. In this dark, ornate frame, we see our own mortality. A reminder to cherish life's brief, shining flame, and in the darkness, find the light that guides us on our own journey.