🕯️ The Archivist

Welcome, traveler.

You’ve stumbled upon the scattered remnants of fables long thought lost—relics from fractured worlds, whispered myths, and memories no longer claimed by history. This Archive is not curated by scholars or kings, but by a single archivist with a flickering lantern and a stubborn heartbeat.

My name is Fauelan. By day, I’m a critical care nurse—on the front lines of real-life chaos, navigating heartbeats, monitors, and quiet, devastating miracles. By night (or more often, early mornings), I create. Dark fantasy art. Narrated video tales. Interactive stories where angels carry revolvers and demons wait by the sea. This is where cozy meets chaos—my little corner of surreal comfort in a stormy world.

When I’m not tending to the living or weaving strange digital fables, you’ll find me behind a microphone on my YouTube Channel, crafting longform narrative videos that blend game storytelling, emotional commentary, and soft existential dread and hysterical moments. The Archive is an extension of that same spirit: myth, mood, and meaning wrapped in shadow.

I don’t sell art to go viral. I sell it to preserve something—quiet intensity, lonely mythologies, the feeling that somewhere out there, a blood moon is still watching.

Thank you for stepping into the Archive. Leave the light on.