Requiem Aeternam | Snakes

Requiem Aeternam is a one-of-a-kind gothic shadowbox — a gothic reliquary of preserved nature, composed with the precision of a naturalist and the sensibility of a mourner.

Created for collectors drawn to elegance, decay, and ritualistic beauty.

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Details:

• Handmade wooden frame with carved roses (top) and four corner ornaments
• Deep forest-green velvet background
• Glass-fronted shadowbox
• Real articulated snake skeleton
• Real preserved tarantula
• Two cicada species (preserved)
• Preserved roses, chrysanthemums, pine cones, dried botanicals
• One of a kind — you will receive the exact piece shown

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Processing

Ready to hang. One of a kind — you will receive the exact piece shown.

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Shipping

Carefully packaged to ensure safe delivery.

Original design — no copies permitted.

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FULL DESCRIPTION

Housed within a large hand-crafted wooden frame, painted and adorned with ornate carved roses along the top and four decorative corner ornaments, the piece carries the weight of something ceremonial. Glass-fronted, deep-shadow, built to last.

Inside, a deep forest-green velvet backdrop draws the eye into layers of preserved life: a real articulated snake skeleton coiling through the composition, its shed skin woven into a bouquet of roses and pine cones. A preserved tarantula nestled within a floral arrangement — present, still, unhurried. Two species of preserved cicadas: one with yellow-green wings marked with small white spots and a delicate rostrum; one dark brown-black, spotless, without a rostrum — both caught mid-silence. Two small bouquets of preserved chrysanthemums in shades from pale blush to soft violet, with dried grains and botanicals. A separate small bouquet of pale blush and antique tea roses. All florals preserved — nothing artificial, nothing repeated.

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LORE

Requiem Aeternam — eternal rest. Not an ending, but a consecration.

In the cathedral of the forest, nothing truly dies. The serpent sheds its skin and becomes memory. The spider stills, and becomes ornament. The cicada splits open, and becomes light. What remains is arranged here, with reverence — bones and bloom, chitin and petal, the language of decay spoken slowly, like a prayer.

The deep green velvet holds it all. Like moss holds silence.