Sunday’s Cynic – Gothic Victorian スクエアペーパーコースター

A riot of florals blooms in defiance, but Sunday’s Cynic isn’t fooled. Bone-white claws curl through dahlias and peonies like the punchline to a joke you were too naïve to question. Baroque scrollwork frames a skull mid-laugh, its grin sharper than truth. Because not every bloom believes in beauty—and some sabbath sermons end with teeth.