Creatures

Five small guardians, shaped from the same vessel of clay but born with different tempers. Each carries its own fragment of fear, longing, or hidden strength — the parts of ourselves we usually keep in the dark.

They are not meant to frighten. They are companions for the quiet moments when the mind feels louder than the world. Each one holds a specific tension, a slight distortion, a familiar shadow — a reminder that what we fear most often wants to be seen, not defeated.

Take them as witnesses, as anchors, or simply as creatures that speak in a language you recognize. No two are the same, but together they form a small, honest constellation of inner states.