Veil Keeper • Chandler • Author • Wanderer Between Worlds

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There are those who document history.

Others who chase it.

And then there are those—like Lizzie Morse—who remember what the world forgets.

Lizzie Morse is not merely a name; she is a myth stitched into the seams of every haunted relic, every forgotten corner, every flickering candle that dares speak with scent.

She is the Veil Keeper.

Equal parts chandler, author, and investigator of the unseen, Lizzie moves between dimensions with the precision of a scholar and the instincts of a ghost. She is the one who returns from the riverbanks of folklore, the caverns of cryptid lore, and the dust-choked libraries of long-silenced souls—bringing with her what others fear to face.

Some say Lizzie was born under a mirror moon, a child of both ink and ember. Others believe she was once a mortal woman who crossed into the dark too many times and chose not to come back empty-handed.

Whatever her origin, this much is known:

She walks in dreams.

She writes what time has buried.

And when the veil between our world and the next begins to thin, it is Lizzie who listens.

Lizzie crafts each candle and wax formula as if it were an offering to memory itself. Blending scent with story, she preserves the essence of places others have abandoned—haunted bridges, hollow parks, spectral forests. Every fragrance she creates is a ritual. Every wick, a whisper.

Her signature creation, known as “Golden Veil™”, is a wax blend refined for both clarity and stillness—soft to the touch, luminous when lit, and clean-burning to its final breath. It carries fragrance with uncanny precision, allowing each note—floral, resinous, or haunted—to unfurl fully in silence.

She does not simply pour wax.

She seals moments.

Lizzie writes as if possessed—not by madness, but by remembrance. Her stories are not invented; they are recovered. Each epistolary, novella, and tale in the Paranormal Archive bears her touch—woven in sorrow, myth, and eerie truth.

She does not fear the dark. She transcribes it.

Whether trailing legends like the Wendigo, the Mirror Walker, or the Black Dog of the Mahoning, Lizzie serves as both archivist and witness. She does not seek to disprove the paranormal. She seeks to understand it. And where others see stories—she sees warnings.

She does not chase ghosts. She walks beside them.

“I go where memory is broken,

where names are scratched into cellar walls,

where scent is the only thing time has not erased.

I gather what remains—

the wax, the words, the relics—

and I return with what the world forgot to keep.”

Lizzie is part you.

Part us.

Part all who have ever stood at the edge of wonder and asked, “What if it’s true?”

She is the guardian of The Divided Letters.

The archivist behind the wax.

The relic-gatherer of the lost and the veiled.

If you’ve ever lit a Paranormal candle and felt something stir—

a breath, a thought, a name—you’ve met her.

Her name is Lizzie Morse.

And she remembers everything.