Welcome to Venderlune

We’ve started building something different.

Some of you may know us for our music, our images, our videos. But tucked between those projects was a folder that never quite fit anywhere else — full of small, strange creatures. Whimsical, eerie, adorable, and uncanny. They didn’t belong in any one genre. They belonged to a world.

That world is Venderlune.

This is the first of many entries — a slow-blooming series of stories, memories, and mythologies. There’s no roadmap yet. No official home. Just this blog, for now. But that will change.

And now... let’s begin where all true stories start: with someone no one believes anymore.

“They say I talk too much about things that never happened. Maybe they’re right. I’m not as sharp as I used to be. But there was a place — I swear it — just past the reach of dawn and sleep. Venderlune. I walked it once. Or maybe only dreamed it with my eyes open. The first time I saw them, they were dancing in the fog. Little things. No bigger than your hand. One of them turned and looked right through me — not at me — through me. Like it was reading my past.” I remember their names. I remember the way they whispered. I remember too much... and never enough.”

“They were these tiny little creatures — no taller than a child’s boot. I remember one in particular. Sitting on a fallen log. Spinning some kind of glowing orb between its fingers like it was listening to it. Like it was alive.

It didn’t speak. But I knew what it meant.

And for a second — I swear — it looked right at me. Blinked once. Then vanished.”

(I’ve seen that moment captured since. Don’t ask me how. Maybe someone else was there. Maybe it’s just how memory works now. But here — this is what I saw. Or dreamed. You tell me.)

I don’t know if they’re still out there.

I don’t even know if I ever really saw them. Maybe it was the fog, or the way light moves when you're not looking straight at it.

But I remember that sound — like moss breathing. And that orb… humming.

If you're reading this, maybe you’ve seen something too.

Keep your eyes open.

And if you ever make it past the old ridge near Verdenlune… listen.