Meat Cake

In the fog-draped halls of Hagatha’s manor, the line between the living and the spectral is thin. The residents, including the melancholic Strega Pez and the restless Mermaid, navigate a world where séances are commonplace and curses linger in the wallpaper. Their daily existence is punctuated by visits from ghosts and the brewing of peculiar potions, all under the watch of ancient, sentient portraits. The air smells perpetually of damp earth and extinguished candles.