Once a symbol of shame, its towering, pointed form loomed over the damned-marking them for ridicule, their faces obscured, their dignity stripped away.
But history has a way of twisting its shadows.
The capirote, once a tool of humiliation, has whispered its way into darker realms-entwined with ancient occult rituals, its ominous silhouette favored by witches and practitioners of the forbidden arts.
This is no mere mask... it is a relic of fear, mystery, and power.
Once a symbol of shame, its towering, pointed form loomed over the damned-marking them for ridicule, their faces obscured, their dignity stripped away.
But history has a way of twisting its shadows.
The capirote, once a tool of humiliation, has whispered its way into darker realms-entwined with ancient occult rituals, its ominous silhouette favored by witches and practitioners of the forbidden arts.
This is no mere mask... it is a relic of fear, mystery, and power.
