Welcome to House of Morrigan Studio

This isn’t just a business. 

It’s a broadcast from somewhere forgotten. 

Built by one myth-obsessed, horror-loving, 

folklore-fueled creator with nothing but memory, 

a lot of clay, and a laptop clinging to life 

like a character in Act III of a horror story.

There’s no team. No funding. No polished storefront.
Just me, a black cat named Goblin who sees 

through dimensions, and a habit of turning survival into story.

You won’t find mass-produced trends here.
You’ll find Relics. Scrolls. Echoes. Warnings.
Each one hand-forged, lore-bound, 

and sealed with a kiss... 

or perhaps something more mysterious.

Think of this place as your favorite 

cursed VHS Tape meets a haunted cathedral
with excellent lighting and a slightly

inappropriate sense of humor.

House of Morrigan Studio.

Powered by myth, guarded by Goblin,

and always dressed in black!