MOURNA
Mascara tears stain her veil, but Mourna wears her sadness like a crown. Born from shadows and synth, she’s the voice of the beautiful, the broken, and the bold. Her sobs echo like bass drops, and every flicker of her is a monster reborn.
Mascara tears stain her veil, but Mourna wears her sadness like a crown. Born from shadows and synth, she’s the voice of the beautiful, the broken, and the bold. Her sobs echo like bass drops, and every flicker of her is a monster reborn.