A one-of-a-kind handmade gothic decor piece, created for lovers of dark, macabre and alternative aesthetics.
This composition features a skeletal rat figure with hand-carved horns and real preserved wings, positioned within a dense arrangement of natural specimens, glass vials and preserved organic elements.
The structure is built around carefully selected materials — including snake skin, tarantula molts, mantis exuviae, preserved lizard, a mouse heart, deer teeth, crystals, bones, natural moss and mushrooms — forming a layered, cabinet-like composition.
Most of the glass vials are magnet-mounted, allowing subtle repositioning while remaining securely attached.
Every element has been placed with intention, creating a piece that feels collected rather than constructed.
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Details:
Skeletal rat figure centerpiece
Hand-carved horns
Real mummified wings
Preserved moss, shrooms and lichens
Magnet mounted vials
Glass vials containing:
snake skin
tarantula molts
mantis exuviae
preserved lizard
mouse heart and small bones
preserved moths
deer teeth
mantis cocoon
crystal fragments
Processing:
Ready to display.
One of a kind — you will receive the exact piece shown.
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Shipping
Carefully packaged to ensure safe delivery.
Original design — no copies permitted.
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Size
22cmx17cm
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LORE
Somewhere deep in the forest, where the paths cross and refuse to part cleanly, there is a place travelers don’t always remember finding.
If you linger there long enough, he appears.
Not arriving, not approaching — just suddenly there, as if he had always been waiting.
A quiet trader of oddities.
He does not call out, does not persuade. He simply watches, patient, as though he already knows what you came looking for — even if you don’t.
His stall is small, overgrown, half-claimed by moss and time. And within it, arranged with unsettling care, lies his collection.
Glass vials catch the dim forest light — inside them, delicate remnants of life: shed skins, hollow forms, preserved fragments of what once moved and breathed.
Nothing here is random. Nothing here is without purpose.
A board lies within reach of his hand.
Not placed. Not displayed.
Used.
He tilts his head when you notice it.
There is something about him — the curve of the horns, the spread of wings, the fragile architecture holding it all together.
You could call him a spirit.
You could call him something older.
He would not correct you.
When it comes time to trade, he does not rush you.
Gold is accepted. But it is never the most interesting offer.
(And if your gaze lingers too long, you may notice the two small skulls hanging from his hand — light, almost weightless, as if they once belonged to someone who thought the same.)
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Dispatch & origin:
Shipped from Poland.
Tracking included with every order.
