The Needles Record
A private register of stitched entities
MR P U M K I N.
His eyes glow with the embers of every harvest that never fed anyone. The bats follow him because he doesn’t belong to day or night only the in-between. Wherever Mr. Pumpkin stands, fields go silent, fires whisper, and autumn never ends.
STITCHING
The Bone Collector
Assembled from graveyard findings and forgotten relics. Her button eyes see what the living cannot.
BINDING
The Night Weaver
Crafted under moonless skies with thread spun from shadow. She whispers secrets to those who dare listen.
AWAKENING
Coming soon — Graveyard Goods