The owls are not what they seem. Welcome to my personal shrine to the uncanny and the eternal.
Recent Sightings
01/15/26: Site launched into the void.
01/10/26: Found a strange tape in the woods.
The owls are not what they seem. Welcome to my personal shrine to the uncanny and the eternal.
One stitch for the living, two for the lost. Keeping warm while the frost creeps in.
Looking for patterns? Check my [Ravelry](https://www.ravelry.com) (or don't).
I found a skein of yarn at the edge of the tree line today. It’s a deep crimson, almost like dried blood, but the texture is... off. It feels like silk, yet it's cold to the touch. I've started casting on a new project. I hope it doesn't unravel by morning.
The radio has been acting up again. Just static and what sounds like someone dragging a heavy chain across a wooden floor. I tried to tune it out by working on my "Fog-Walker" scarf, but I dropped three stitches in a row. It’s like the house is breathing.