The Collection
We sell unique handmade art dolls and collectible objects, each one crafted with care and attention to detail. Every doll exists in a single copy — no duplicates, no repeats. Discover our collection of one-of-a-kind gothic art decor and dark art collectibles.
Coralyene
Stitched from curtains and sea creatures, she holds the eye that remembers forgotten dreams.
The Hollow Twins
Carved from the same pumpkin, bound together forever — one dreams of laughter, the other listens for screams.
Symon's Cube
Created to make people laugh, his laughter never stops — even when no one is listening.
Gloomiecorn
Born from a child's wish for magic, she believed herself to be a unicorn — until she looked in the mirror.
Lollieth
Spun from festival lights and forest moss, sweetness that bites back.
Snailblossom
Born in the deepest forest, she found only a nest of snails to fill what was missing.
Captain Paperhope
Made from forgotten raincoats, she carries a paper boat that always returns to her hands.
Velvetine
Stitched from scarlet velvet and withered roses, she calls herself a queen of a forgotten kingdom.
Candelune
Woven from nursery curtains and faded lullabies, she begs not to be blown out.
Stitchling
Once someone's favorite pink protector, now she repeats lines from forgotten films into the void.
Trisheen
Born from a forgotten wedding dress and starlight, her third eye remembers what others refused to face.
Grinwell
He remembers laughter — though it was never his own.
Sunsola
She was born from sunlight caught in lace and the last breath of summer flowers.
Dusklore
Between lilac and midnight, she carries a small light to guide her through the hours when dreams begin to vanish.
Rosmira
Every evening she reads the same book, though no one knows what she sees in it.
Bluebeth
She was once meant to be a bride — or at least, that's what the worm keeps telling her.
Luncent
Painted by moonlight and stitched from sleepless thoughts, she carries a piece of the sky within her face.
Velstar
She was found at the roots of an old oak tree, her lace once a child's dress — or perhaps a cult robe.
Murmur
Wrapped in vintage cotton, this baby never learned to cry—only to watch.
The Reader
She never finished the story — the pages kept turning. Now she sits under her own light, waiting for the red balloon to return.
Crimson Shade
Every petal a pulse, every pulse a memory. She feeds on what she once felt.
Lollydame
She guards the dream where everything tastes like sugar and screams. Beware, her smile is sticky.
Pumpkin Parish
Twin pumpkins carved from the same moonlit night. They share one breath, one joke, and one ghost.