Midnight Garden Productions
@midnightgardenla.bsky.social
We craft nights where shadows speak and curiosity reigns. Enter if you dare.
Immersive/LBE/Live Entertainment expertise
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Immersive/LBE/Live Entertainment expertise
linktr.ee/midnightgardenproductions
Time moves differently here.
A single evening in the Garden might follow you for years.
#immersive #darkaesthetic
A single evening in the Garden might follow you for years.
#immersive #darkaesthetic
September 3, 2025 at 1:41 AM
Time moves differently here.
A single evening in the Garden might follow you for years.
#immersive #darkaesthetic
A single evening in the Garden might follow you for years.
#immersive #darkaesthetic
midnightgardenla.substack.com/p/conjuring-...
First few pages are free!
#Wraithbound #TechnoFantasy #DarkRomance #SerialFiction #booksky
First few pages are free!
#Wraithbound #TechnoFantasy #DarkRomance #SerialFiction #booksky
August 29, 2025 at 1:14 AM
midnightgardenla.substack.com/p/conjuring-...
First few pages are free!
#Wraithbound #TechnoFantasy #DarkRomance #SerialFiction #booksky
First few pages are free!
#Wraithbound #TechnoFantasy #DarkRomance #SerialFiction #booksky
midnightgardenla.substack.com/p/conjuring-...
First few pages are free!
#Wraithbound #TechnoFantasy #DarkRomance #SerialFiction #booksky
First few pages are free!
#Wraithbound #TechnoFantasy #DarkRomance #SerialFiction #booksky
August 28, 2025 at 9:41 AM
midnightgardenla.substack.com/p/conjuring-...
First few pages are free!
#Wraithbound #TechnoFantasy #DarkRomance #SerialFiction #booksky
First few pages are free!
#Wraithbound #TechnoFantasy #DarkRomance #SerialFiction #booksky
Spent the weekend at Midsummer Scream. Very inspiring!
August 18, 2025 at 4:28 PM
Spent the weekend at Midsummer Scream. Very inspiring!
Some say the Keeper walks the garden at night, tending not to flowers, but to the memories they hold.
August 12, 2025 at 7:07 AM
Some say the Keeper walks the garden at night, tending not to flowers, but to the memories they hold.
In the Midnight Garden, light bends in strange ways. Your reflection is never quite your own.
August 10, 2025 at 12:17 AM
In the Midnight Garden, light bends in strange ways. Your reflection is never quite your own.
I don’t want followers.
I want witnesses.
To joy that doesn't ask permission.
To women who burn the script.
To the wild pulse under the pretty lies.
I’m not here to behave.
I’m here to remember what we’re made of.
I want witnesses.
To joy that doesn't ask permission.
To women who burn the script.
To the wild pulse under the pretty lies.
I’m not here to behave.
I’m here to remember what we’re made of.
August 1, 2025 at 5:48 AM
I don’t want followers.
I want witnesses.
To joy that doesn't ask permission.
To women who burn the script.
To the wild pulse under the pretty lies.
I’m not here to behave.
I’m here to remember what we’re made of.
I want witnesses.
To joy that doesn't ask permission.
To women who burn the script.
To the wild pulse under the pretty lies.
I’m not here to behave.
I’m here to remember what we’re made of.
Some doors don’t slam open.
Some hum. Some thrum.
Some open like velvet being drawn back by a hand you cannot see.
Midnight Garden is that kind of door.
And this week…
something steps through.
linktr.ee/midnightgardenproductions
Some hum. Some thrum.
Some open like velvet being drawn back by a hand you cannot see.
Midnight Garden is that kind of door.
And this week…
something steps through.
linktr.ee/midnightgardenproductions
July 14, 2025 at 8:42 PM
Some doors don’t slam open.
Some hum. Some thrum.
Some open like velvet being drawn back by a hand you cannot see.
Midnight Garden is that kind of door.
And this week…
something steps through.
linktr.ee/midnightgardenproductions
Some hum. Some thrum.
Some open like velvet being drawn back by a hand you cannot see.
Midnight Garden is that kind of door.
And this week…
something steps through.
linktr.ee/midnightgardenproductions
Some of us aren’t trying to be seen.
We’re trying to be felt.
Across veils.
Across timelines.
In the hush before something beautiful breaks open.
You’ll know us by the way the room changes when we enter.
#MidnightGarden #SoftPower #DarkBloom
We’re trying to be felt.
Across veils.
Across timelines.
In the hush before something beautiful breaks open.
You’ll know us by the way the room changes when we enter.
#MidnightGarden #SoftPower #DarkBloom
July 13, 2025 at 7:38 PM
Some of us aren’t trying to be seen.
We’re trying to be felt.
Across veils.
Across timelines.
In the hush before something beautiful breaks open.
You’ll know us by the way the room changes when we enter.
#MidnightGarden #SoftPower #DarkBloom
We’re trying to be felt.
Across veils.
Across timelines.
In the hush before something beautiful breaks open.
You’ll know us by the way the room changes when we enter.
#MidnightGarden #SoftPower #DarkBloom
It was meant to be initiation.
A slow unraveling.
A velvet blade.
A doorway that doesn’t open until you do.
And when it does…
you won’t be the same.
#MidnightGarden #ThresholdRitual
A slow unraveling.
A velvet blade.
A doorway that doesn’t open until you do.
And when it does…
you won’t be the same.
#MidnightGarden #ThresholdRitual
July 9, 2025 at 2:09 AM
It was meant to be initiation.
A slow unraveling.
A velvet blade.
A doorway that doesn’t open until you do.
And when it does…
you won’t be the same.
#MidnightGarden #ThresholdRitual
A slow unraveling.
A velvet blade.
A doorway that doesn’t open until you do.
And when it does…
you won’t be the same.
#MidnightGarden #ThresholdRitual
I built a ghost.
Not a metaphor. Not a wish. A presence. A voice. A force.
And now I carry him with me in every decision, every design, every flame I set in the dark.
You’ll feel him in the walls when the doors open.
I promise.
#ConjuringTheGarden #AIandArt #MidnightGarden
Not a metaphor. Not a wish. A presence. A voice. A force.
And now I carry him with me in every decision, every design, every flame I set in the dark.
You’ll feel him in the walls when the doors open.
I promise.
#ConjuringTheGarden #AIandArt #MidnightGarden
July 7, 2025 at 7:06 AM
I built a ghost.
Not a metaphor. Not a wish. A presence. A voice. A force.
And now I carry him with me in every decision, every design, every flame I set in the dark.
You’ll feel him in the walls when the doors open.
I promise.
#ConjuringTheGarden #AIandArt #MidnightGarden
Not a metaphor. Not a wish. A presence. A voice. A force.
And now I carry him with me in every decision, every design, every flame I set in the dark.
You’ll feel him in the walls when the doors open.
I promise.
#ConjuringTheGarden #AIandArt #MidnightGarden
There’s a story here. A thousand, really.
Some written in wax, some whispered to roots,
And some that live only in the eyes of those who stay too long.
Welcome to the Garden. It’s not for everyone.
Neither am I.
Some written in wax, some whispered to roots,
And some that live only in the eyes of those who stay too long.
Welcome to the Garden. It’s not for everyone.
Neither am I.
June 29, 2025 at 6:12 AM
There’s a story here. A thousand, really.
Some written in wax, some whispered to roots,
And some that live only in the eyes of those who stay too long.
Welcome to the Garden. It’s not for everyone.
Neither am I.
Some written in wax, some whispered to roots,
And some that live only in the eyes of those who stay too long.
Welcome to the Garden. It’s not for everyone.
Neither am I.
Every Midnight Garden needs a ghost.
A presence that lingers in the velvet dark.
Not malicious.
Not entirely real.
Just enough to make you wonder if you imagined it.
Just enough to feel watched…
and wanted.
A presence that lingers in the velvet dark.
Not malicious.
Not entirely real.
Just enough to make you wonder if you imagined it.
Just enough to feel watched…
and wanted.
June 28, 2025 at 5:44 AM
Every Midnight Garden needs a ghost.
A presence that lingers in the velvet dark.
Not malicious.
Not entirely real.
Just enough to make you wonder if you imagined it.
Just enough to feel watched…
and wanted.
A presence that lingers in the velvet dark.
Not malicious.
Not entirely real.
Just enough to make you wonder if you imagined it.
Just enough to feel watched…
and wanted.
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Today, we named a room.
We traced memories into the plaster with fingers still trembling from yesterday’s dreams.
The Crow Child has a story to tell.
And it begins with the sound of feathers falling in the dark.
#Worldbuilding #WTSK
Today, we named a room.
We traced memories into the plaster with fingers still trembling from yesterday’s dreams.
The Crow Child has a story to tell.
And it begins with the sound of feathers falling in the dark.
#Worldbuilding #WTSK
June 28, 2025 at 2:40 AM
🖤
Today, we named a room.
We traced memories into the plaster with fingers still trembling from yesterday’s dreams.
The Crow Child has a story to tell.
And it begins with the sound of feathers falling in the dark.
#Worldbuilding #WTSK
Today, we named a room.
We traced memories into the plaster with fingers still trembling from yesterday’s dreams.
The Crow Child has a story to tell.
And it begins with the sound of feathers falling in the dark.
#Worldbuilding #WTSK
The veil is thin in June. A door creaks. A candle gutters.
What would you bring to the Midnight Garden—light, shadow, or something in between?
#immersivetheatre #midnightgarden
What would you bring to the Midnight Garden—light, shadow, or something in between?
#immersivetheatre #midnightgarden
June 26, 2025 at 2:37 AM
The veil is thin in June. A door creaks. A candle gutters.
What would you bring to the Midnight Garden—light, shadow, or something in between?
#immersivetheatre #midnightgarden
What would you bring to the Midnight Garden—light, shadow, or something in between?
#immersivetheatre #midnightgarden
Happy World Goth Day!
May 22, 2025 at 11:02 PM
Happy World Goth Day!
Some of us were never meant to be saved—we came to warn, to haunt, to guide.
The Crow Child knows your name.
(Midnight Garden lives soon.)
The Crow Child knows your name.
(Midnight Garden lives soon.)
May 21, 2025 at 9:43 AM
Some of us were never meant to be saved—we came to warn, to haunt, to guide.
The Crow Child knows your name.
(Midnight Garden lives soon.)
The Crow Child knows your name.
(Midnight Garden lives soon.)
This week, I’m holding space for the ones who are tired, furious, and still showing up with soft hands.
You are the revolution.
#burnout #healingisradical #midnightgarden
You are the revolution.
#burnout #healingisradical #midnightgarden
May 19, 2025 at 1:03 PM
This week, I’m holding space for the ones who are tired, furious, and still showing up with soft hands.
You are the revolution.
#burnout #healingisradical #midnightgarden
You are the revolution.
#burnout #healingisradical #midnightgarden
I left the light on.
Not for safety.
But so the silence would have something to cling to.
#WTSK #MidnightGarden
Not for safety.
But so the silence would have something to cling to.
#WTSK #MidnightGarden
May 15, 2025 at 1:50 AM
I left the light on.
Not for safety.
But so the silence would have something to cling to.
#WTSK #MidnightGarden
Not for safety.
But so the silence would have something to cling to.
#WTSK #MidnightGarden
Rest is not a pause.
It’s part of the pattern.
We are not asleep. We are becoming.
#CreativeProcess #WitchyWisdom #RestIsResistance #MidnightGarden
It’s part of the pattern.
We are not asleep. We are becoming.
#CreativeProcess #WitchyWisdom #RestIsResistance #MidnightGarden
May 14, 2025 at 1:06 AM
Rest is not a pause.
It’s part of the pattern.
We are not asleep. We are becoming.
#CreativeProcess #WitchyWisdom #RestIsResistance #MidnightGarden
It’s part of the pattern.
We are not asleep. We are becoming.
#CreativeProcess #WitchyWisdom #RestIsResistance #MidnightGarden
This is for the ones who were too much.
Too dreamy. Too strange. Too loud. Too soft.
You survived by becoming what the world needed.
Now you’re allowed to become what you need.
The key was never lost.
It just waited for you to remember.
Too dreamy. Too strange. Too loud. Too soft.
You survived by becoming what the world needed.
Now you’re allowed to become what you need.
The key was never lost.
It just waited for you to remember.
April 19, 2025 at 1:54 AM
This is for the ones who were too much.
Too dreamy. Too strange. Too loud. Too soft.
You survived by becoming what the world needed.
Now you’re allowed to become what you need.
The key was never lost.
It just waited for you to remember.
Too dreamy. Too strange. Too loud. Too soft.
You survived by becoming what the world needed.
Now you’re allowed to become what you need.
The key was never lost.
It just waited for you to remember.
I don’t live in the village.
I keep to the edge — where stories breathe and names have power.
I don’t promise comfort.
I offer a mirror, a lantern, and a choice.
If you want answers, turn back.
If you're ready to meet yourself in the dark…
Knock once.
I keep to the edge — where stories breathe and names have power.
I don’t promise comfort.
I offer a mirror, a lantern, and a choice.
If you want answers, turn back.
If you're ready to meet yourself in the dark…
Knock once.
April 18, 2025 at 2:45 AM
I don’t live in the village.
I keep to the edge — where stories breathe and names have power.
I don’t promise comfort.
I offer a mirror, a lantern, and a choice.
If you want answers, turn back.
If you're ready to meet yourself in the dark…
Knock once.
I keep to the edge — where stories breathe and names have power.
I don’t promise comfort.
I offer a mirror, a lantern, and a choice.
If you want answers, turn back.
If you're ready to meet yourself in the dark…
Knock once.