If you’ve ghosted every group chat, rage-quit therapy, and now trust exactly one creature with your secrets — congratulations, you’ve reached ascended introvert status. This isn't just a shirt/poster/mug/whatever — it’s a spiritual boundary.
Featuring a skeletal oracle cradling the only being worth talking to (obviously the cat), framed by celestial chaos and floral avoidance.
For the emotionally unavailable, florally decorated, and cat-validated among us.
