This place was never meant to hold a single story. It was built as a crossroads where every fragment of creation could finally stand together. From the heavy songs meant to scream out my inner wounds to the chronicles of a world whispering on the brink of its end, everything will be gathered here behind the same veil.
The Vain and Hopeless archives contain nothing but expired things, and I have charged the old keepers, wardens of these realms, with a single mandate: catalogue what was made, preserve what was dreamed, and open the right door when a wanderer arrives.
Where Creation Resides
The discography of a dead band
Music by Ashes Head
What began with a heavy metal band fifteen years ago was written and recorded in solitude, becoming the melancholic and twisted spine that supports the skull. Through folk arpeggios and distorted riffs alike echo the tales of a fallen angel searching for his identity in a Manichaean world, where he encounters figures who mirror fragments of his own soul.
The Video page is a window onto what is being summoned — short movies, video clips, and visual pieces I intend to produce in the years ahead. Some already exist; others are still forming in the dark. This division exists for everything that must be seen, not merely heard or read: moving images that carry their own mythology forward.
Not all gatherings happen in silence. I organise live events on Twitch — most often game competitions where a role-playing game master steps forward to submit a challenge to those who dare answer. It is theatre, contest, and communal myth-making streamed into the present. The Events page holds the keys to these occasions; some require credentials to enter.
Beyond the music lies another world entirely. The Chronicles open onto Noth'lor — a fantasy pre-apocalyptic RPG universe of my own making, chronicled under the name Les Chroniques du Déclin. Here, kingdoms crumble before the end has even arrived, lore is written as it is played, and every session leaves a scar on the record. This is the realm of dice, maps, and the slow decay of all things — a living mythology, not a finished book.
If you seek something tangible — a record pressed to wax, a garment, a handcrafted curiosity born from the same obsessions that fuel the music and the lore — you will find it in the shop. The Cabinet of Curiosities gathers everything this place produces under one roof: artefacts from every division, offered to those who wish to carry a piece of the veil back into the world.
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