Once upon a time there was a girl. Well, you could call her a girl and you could call her not a girl. Her name was Scraps, but she preferred patches. It wasn't her fualt that she was patched together, after all, she didn't build herself. From bits and pieces taken out of the graveyard she was cobbled together in the most literal sense.

cyclical

graveyard

1pers confessional from creation

pieces

resurrection

horror of the creator