OTHERLINGS
Things that don’t quite belong — and never meant to.
born from story, and made by hand.
In this realm, you’ll find talismans, brooches, altar pieces, and small soul-sculptures.
Each one carries a quiet spark — a message, a presence, a pulse. They aren’t objects. They’re companions. Small beings, symbols, tokens of elsewhere. Found between breaths, born from story, and shaped by hand. They come from the
in-between — the cracks in the forest, the corners of dreams, the spaces under stones where forgotten things hum softly. Otherlings are relics of that hush — brooches, charms, altar companions, talismanic objects with a presence you can feel but not always name. Some are curious. Some are watchers. Some are guides in disguise.
In this realm, you’ll find talismans, brooches, altar pieces, and small soul-sculptures. Each one carries a quiet spark — a message, a presence, a pulse. They aren’t objects. They’re companions.
