07/16/2025
Dear Witches, Hexed Ones, Gentlefiends, and Liminal Beings Who Walk Between,
It has been some time since you last heard from us.
A year… a year and a half?
Time slips differently when you’re lost in the black folds of the void—where thought decays and old gods hum softly behind the walls.
We tried something bold. We conjured something new.
And when it didn’t unfold the way we envisioned, we withdrew.
Not in defeat, but in silence.
To listen. To ache. To rot a little.
To remember where we came from.
We’ve spent this long silence gathering souls, harvesting teeth, tracing old sigils in dust and bone, and feeding the help goblins who quietly run things behind the scenes
And now, we’re returning to our grungy roots—
the dark, creaking shed behind my mothers house, the altar where it all began and where the first whispers answered back.
We are hoping to come to you soon with new things—
Not yet born, but close to stirring from the shadowed depths.
We’ll have information for you shortly.
Thank you—for the unknown blood bound to us with every purchase.
For your silence and your waiting.
For liking our page, which, in doing so, offered something of you up to us.
We will keep it safe.
We appreciate your continued patience and support.
With more teeth yet to be forged.
More darkness yet to be summoned.
More truth yet to be whispered through the veil.
In shadow and sanctity,
Spellz & Potionz: Relics, Curios & Elixirs
(and the help goblins—just quietly eating our emails and thoughts)
