001 : VECNA

Born of silence and shadow, this scent lingers like a memory that never learned how to fade. It carries the chill of a house left to time and the weight of moments scorched into the walls. It is the breath before the world breaks—and the stillness that follows.

Dusty Attic – Dry, papery air thick with forgotten years. The whisper of childhood sealed away, brittle as the remnants of a life abandoned to dust.

Cold Stone – A mineral chill rising from basement floors and hollow hallways. The echo of a place that remembers everything, even the things we wish it didn’t.

Withered Lichen – Earthy, pale, and clinging to the bones of old beams. A slow, creeping decay that marks the passage of time in quiet, unrelenting strokes.

Charred Wood – The darkened aftermath of ruin. Smoke-soft and smoldering, the ghost of something once living, now burned into permanence.

He is the house that haunts itself, the echo that outlives the voice. The scent endures like a shadow on the wall—hollow, lingering, and impossible to forget.