Drip by drip, the curse reveals itself. This design captures a skull forged from molten wax, its hollow grin melting under the weight of its own damnation. A single flame burns above, calm and patient, as golden wax pools like a slow ritual spill. The glow feels sacred and wrong all at once—soft light masking something deeply rotten beneath. Set against black, the colours smoulder with occult warmth, each detail caught between spellwork and decay. Gothic, eerie, and quietly menacing, this tee feels like a relic from a forbidden altar—lit not for comfort, but for consequence.
