For the sake of peace and privacy, I’ve made this private—some eyes wander where they ought not.
I must admit, I never anticipated that so many would take interest in this little corner of mine. Wherever did you 1,700 souls come from?
A brief introduction, if I may: we are oft referred to as the vampires of our cemetery—undying, ever-present, and drifting like whispers through the veil… and yet, we remain ever refined, ever adorned in grace and elegance. I am known simply as Mother, the hand behind these words. The others who reside within—whom I fondly call my children—are under my constant care, no matter the years they may bear. It is both my honour and my solemn duty to serve as co-hostess and caretaker of our shared existence. Do bear in mind, I am not the sole presence who steps forth with frequency.