The Day of the Dead dawns mystical and magical. The Horned Demon applies her Sugar Skull make up, desiring to fit in with the others. She want to dance and celebrate, to know what it means to exist and engage on this side of the veil.
Remember me, she pleads, as she shimmers silently into the air, disappearing back to the Other World. Remember that I was here; that I loved, and I mattered.
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