It starts as something solid.
A form. A figure. Something that feels untouched.
But it doesn’t stay that way.
The surface cracks, the details fade, and it slowly begins to rot.
Dripping, bleeding into something darker. Something heavier.
What once stood whole turns into a symbol of what refuses to die.
“Till Death Do Us Apart” not love, but loyalty to the end.
The front keeps it controlled.
The back shows what it becomes.
Oversized. 100% cotton. Built to wear, built to last.
Soft, breathable, but carrying weight.
Not perfect. Not polished.
Just decay, doing its thing.
