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A very dark and niche collectible project has officially launched… and it’s already funded. 🐉⚔️ INFERNAL TALONAn ancient...
05/28/2026

A very dark and niche collectible project has officially launched… and it’s already funded. 🐉

⚔️ INFERNAL TALON
An ancient dragon claw artifact inspired by dark fantasy and forbidden relic aesthetics.

This is definitely not for everyone — but if you enjoy obscure collectibles, dark fantasy artifacts, gothic display pieces, or Lovecraftian-inspired creations… you might want to take a look.

The claw has awakened.

We made it — our Kickstarter funded last Friday. 🎉🎉🎉The Coronation of Hastur is now moving into production.Huge thanks t...
04/27/2026

We made it — our Kickstarter funded last Friday. 🎉🎉🎉
The Coronation of Hastur is now moving into production.

Huge thanks to everyone who helped bring this KIY project to life.

Now comes the part we love most — turning it into something real, piece by piece.

We’ll be sharing more production photos, behind-the-scenes moments, and updates for everyone who’s been following the project.

If you’ve been enjoying this journey, stay with us — more to come.

Carcosa Opera HouseDiary IV — The CleanerI’m not meant to be seen.I stay behind the stage.Cleaning.Dust. Ash.Things peop...
04/21/2026

Carcosa Opera House
Diary IV — The Cleaner

I’m not meant to be seen.

I stay behind the stage.
Cleaning.

Dust. Ash.
Things people leave behind.

But it’s not just dirt.

There are marks.

Near the curtain.
On the floor.

I saw it once.
Didn’t clean it.

Couldn’t.

I stayed there… longer than I should.

The smell is still there.

Not bad.
Just… strange.

I don’t rush anymore.

I go back to the same spots.

Again.
And again.

I keep some of it.

I don’t know why.

…maybe I do.

Carcosa Opera HouseDiary III — The Black AttendantI was assigned to serve.Not to think.Not to question.Only to execute.E...
04/21/2026

Carcosa Opera House
Diary III — The Black Attendant

I was assigned to serve.

Not to think.
Not to question.

Only to execute.

Every movement was measured.
Timed.
Exact.

The box aligned.
The cloak folded.
Everything… in place.

That was the rule.

That was enough.

Until it wasn’t.

The machines slowed.
Not broken —
just… unsure.

The air changed.

And then —

it appeared.

The Yellow Sign.

Not drawn.
Not placed.

It was already there.

I paused.

Just once.

That was the mistake.

Because after that…
nothing needed to be precise anymore.

And yet —
I didn’t stop.

Carcosa Opera HouseDiary II — The Ticket SellerSelling invitations in His name…somehow, that became my job.Every ticket ...
04/12/2026

Carcosa Opera House
Diary II — The Ticket Seller

Selling invitations in His name…
somehow, that became my job.

Every ticket to The King in Yellow
feels like a key.
A way in.

Sometimes, the Yellow Sign appears
on its own.
Twisted. Alive.

They scream and run.
I don’t.

I stay.

I wait by the window…
for Him to return.

🟡

Carcosa Opera House — A Devotee’s JournalII. The Projectionist of the Occult StageSome moments from our real-life shots ...
04/08/2026

Carcosa Opera House — A Devotee’s Journal
II. The Projectionist of the Occult Stage

Some moments from our real-life shots inspired by the King in Yellow.

Every frame, every flicker of light —
all devoted to Him.

Behind the projector, I watched as the images twisted,
shadows stretching beyond their form.
The film no longer obeyed my hands…
it answered to something else.

And yet, I could not look away.

The Esoteric OperaNo one knows the name of tonight’s opera.There is no program.No announcement —only a quiet pull within...
04/03/2026

The Esoteric Opera

No one knows the name of tonight’s opera.

There is no program.
No announcement —
only a quiet pull within.

The curtain hangs heavy as night.
Mist drifts across the stage.

A whisper begins.

Not a song of this world.

Something obscure.
Something irresistible.

And then —

you realize:

this was never a performance to watch.

It is something you are meant to step into.

Step into The Coronation of Hastur.

Now live on Kickstarter.

They were already seated.No one spoke.No one moved.The air felt… wrong.Not silent—but waiting.You don’t remember enterin...
03/31/2026

They were already seated.

No one spoke.
No one moved.

The air felt… wrong.

Not silent—
but waiting.

You don’t remember entering.

But somehow…
you are already here.

Some have asked—

what it would be like
to be part of it.

Not just to see it.
But to wear it.

It has been noticed.

There are ideas forming…
something that changes
depending on what it carries.

Nothing final yet.

But we hear you.
More than you think.

The show hasn’t started.
It doesn’t wait.

You’re not just watching anymore.

Funded — The Coronation Has Begun.We’ve crossed the first threshold.What was once distant now draws near.The curtain has...
03/29/2026

Funded — The Coronation Has Begun.

We’ve crossed the first threshold.

What was once distant now draws near.
The curtain has lifted—if only slightly.

And yet… this is only the beginning.

We’ve been hearing whispers—
of something small, but meaningful.

A token.
A relic.
Perhaps even… the Sign.

The campaign is still live, and there’s more to come.

At the center of the city stands the Arkham Grand Theatre.Its gilded columns catch a cold light through the drifting fog...
03/28/2026

At the center of the city stands the Arkham Grand Theatre.

Its gilded columns catch a cold light through the drifting fog—
too ornate, too deliberate,
as if it does not belong to this world at all.

The crimson doors are carved with twisting patterns.
When opened, they groan—low, reluctant.

Inside, the chandeliers hang in dust,
yet still fracture the light into something… unnatural.

The walls are covered in shifting reliefs—
figures that are almost human,
almost shadows.

A scarlet carpet stretches forward.
Your steps make no sound.

Above, the stained glass depicts a figure in yellow.
Faded… yet watching.

And as you descend toward the stage,
the feeling becomes undeniable—

This place was not built for performance.

It was built
for a coronation.

It feels warm.Too warm.Not like fabric—more like something alive.It holds the heat.Like it remembers something.The close...
03/27/2026

It feels warm.

Too warm.

Not like fabric—
more like something alive.

It holds the heat.

Like it remembers something.

The closer you get,
the harder it is to let go.

The coronation has begun.

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