Filed under: Orientation materials, forbidden stationery, minor existential crises.
Greetings, wanderer, supplicant, or poor soul who clicked the wrong link.
Welcome to Void Ink — where stories rot beautifully, paper bites back, and every signature costs a little piece of your soul (don’t worry, we only keep the interesting parts).
You may be wondering what, precisely, Void Ink is. Allow me to clarify.
Or, more accurately, fail to.
Ⅰ. Mission Statement (Draft #746)
At Void Ink, we believe creation is an act of controlled decay is an act of honest vulnerability is an act of chaos disguised as prose is an act.
Every word is a seed; every story, contagion.
Do not let this alarm you. We are nothing if not fair here at Void Ink.
We do not “publish.” Simply exhume.
We do not “sell merchandise.” We distribute relics.
We do not “market.” We whisper through the cracks in your feed until you begin to dream of us. (I saw what you dreamt last night; it was…quite entertaining.)
Our official slogan, as approved by upper management (i.e. the Archive, who hasn’t been seen in centuries):
“Ink remembers. Flesh forgets.”
Catchy, isn’t it? It tested well among the damned.
(You certainly must be one of them if you’ve stumbled across us here. Thank you for your feedback, and welcome – officially – to Void Ink.)
Ⅱ. Corporate Values
- Transparency: metaphorical, never literal.
- Integrity: binding runes optional.
- Sustainability: we recycle our own despair.
- Community: if you hear voices while reading, please respond politely. They get lonely.
Ⅲ. What We Offer
Void Ink specializes in stories that stain.
Some will be books. Some will be trinkets. Some will be whispers that follow you home.
All will be handcrafted by those of us too stubborn to die quietly.
I must reiterate: please, do not be alarmed.
Should you choose to stay, you’ll find:
- The Archive — our living library of recovered texts and relics.
- The Hollow Crown — a chronicle of guilt, gods, and good intentions gone rancid.
- Artifacts — wearable relics for those who prefer their devotion in sticker form.
- The Scribe’s Blog — this wretched newsletter you’re currently enduring. (Thank you for enduring, The Archive is a stickler for quotas.)
Ⅳ. Frequently Avoided Questions
Q: Is Void Ink a cult?
A: We do not condone, endorse, or otherwise adhere to cultlike standards. Draw your own conclusions.
Q: Is it safe?
A: Define “safe.”
Q: Why can I hear whispering when I read the word “Archive”?
A: That’s just the system updating. Ignore it.
Ⅴ. Orientation Checklist
☐ Sign the Guestbook in blood or acceptable substitute (ink, tears, black coffee).
☐ Follow the Archive on TikTok.
☐ Pretend you discovered us by accident.
☐ Never, under any circumstance, turn to the last page.
Ⅵ. Closing Remarks
You will hear many things about Void Ink — that it’s haunted, cursed, or run by someone who mistakes exhaustion for divinity. All of these are true.
But it’s also a refuge. A place where those who feel too much can spill what they cannot carry. A sanctum for broken stories, unfinished prayers, and dreamers with ink on their hands.
So… welcome.
Take what you need.
Leave what you shouldn’t.
And remember —
Ink breathes. Stories spread.
The void is hiring.
— The Hollow Scribe
(Assistant to the Archive, unwilling participant in eternity)