Anydeathrelics -

“Won’t I?”

The Curator removed one of her black silk gloves. Her hand beneath was not flesh but a fine, dark dust, like ash that held its shape. “I have been the Curator for three thousand years,” she said. “I am not alive, but I am not dead. I am the memory of every death that has ever occurred, given form. And I am tired, Aris. I need someone to take my place. Someone who is still afraid, but willing to learn.” anydeathrelics

The community remains divided. Some argue that the act of "witnessing" a relic is the highest form of respect, while others warn against the voyeuristic tendencies that can arise when death is treated as an aesthetic. The Future of the Movement “Won’t I