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Keeper's Log 004: Containment Is Getting Crowded
It’s crazy sometimes how quickly time feels like it is passing us by. I feel like I’ve been chasing my tail, trying to keep the Containment Logs on the website up to date while constantly reorganising the studio. Due to the sheer number of creatures and Mini Monsters breaching The Veil, Mr Veja Du and I had to acquire a rather large Containment Vehicle — complete, of course, with Veja Du signage and our motto: Making beautiful things creepy and creepy things beautiful. I’m no
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Aug 171 min read


Keeper's Log 003: Friday Brains & The Veil
Okay... finally. I honestly didn't think Friday afternoon would ever arrive. By the end of the week my brain is completely fried. I've spent five days masking—trying to act like a responsible member of society, earn a living, answer emails, attend meetings and pretend my mind isn't constantly wandering somewhere else. Back to the studio. Back to The Veil. Back to the Mini Monsters. "What now?" I hear you ask. Well... I'm done masking. Especially when I'm in the studio. That's
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Jul 242 min read


Keeper's Log 002: Maybe It Was Never Just Me
If you read my first Keeper's Log, you've already made a decision. You either closed the page thinking, "This woman has completely lost it." Or... You thought, "Yep... we're definitely going to be friends." If you're still here, welcome. There's something I've been thinking about. For years I blamed myself for feeling... different. I talk a hundred miles an hour, my brain jumps from one idea to the next, and I somehow know a little bit about almost everything. My husband joke
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Jul 232 min read


Keeper's Log 001: So... Apparently They're Real.
Welcome to the official Keeper's Log. If you've somehow stumbled across this page, you've probably heard the whispers about the Mini Monsters. If not... well, this is going to sound completely ridiculous. Trust me, I know. As the Keeper of Veja Du, I've seen things I still can't explain. For years I blamed the noises in the roof, the tapping at the studio window, the strange rustling outside, and the flashes of movement in the corner of my eye on being overworked, overtired,
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Jul 192 min read
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