Archivist of the Arcane, Beloved of the Mad Doctor, and Curator of All Things Forbidden...

You’ve found me. Or rather, I’ve allowed myself to be found. Few stumble upon this place by chance. Fewer still leave unchanged.

I am Madame Nocturna, guardian of forgotten nightmares and whisperer to shadows. Where others burn the evidence, I collect it, bind it in ink, seal it in sigils, and offer it to those bold enough to open the pages. You’ll find them here... in our curated archive of PDF collections: recovered transmissions, asylum reports, and tales best left untold.

Whether you're hunting the monstrous (Hunter’s Guide), unraveling madness (Phobic), or wandering the broken veil between realities (Oblivion's Wake and beyond)... this is your threshold. Each digital tome is a relic - priced in mortal currency, yes, but purchased with curiosity.

Read them by candlelight, if you value your sanity. And remember: the Doctor always warned... some doors open both ways.

Welcome to Relics of the Asylum.

You were expected.