Eternal Night Society

The Count - mink fleece blanket

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Title 60" x 80"

Some appetites can't be satisfied with blood alone.

For three centuries, The Count has ruled from his castle of shadows - powerful, immortal, and achingly alone. The chalice holds what sustains his body, but not what his soul craves.

This mink fleece blanket captures the weight of eternal solitude in intricate pen and ink detail - from the gothic arches of his domain to the dramatic sweep of his cape.

The deepest hunger isn't for life... it's for someone who truly sees you. Perfect for those who understand that loneliness isn't about being alone - it's about being unseen.

Eternal Night Society - Where Outcasts Become Legends

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Product Information

Product features:

Luxurious mink fleece that’s sinfully soft with an ethereal shimmer
Edge Hemmed perfectly to prevent unraveling, just like our eternal bonds
Vibrant, rich colors that breathe life into the shadows

Product specs:

Queen size (60" x 80") - Big enough to snuggle with your sweetie

Product care:

Machine wash cold (like morning mist)
Tumble dry low (gentle as cherry blossom petals falling)
Easy care no harsh cleaners or dry cleaning

Cloud Nine, Gothic Edition

Minky fleece so impossibly soft, you'll forget the outside world exists

Spooky Soft

This mink fleece blanket is so soft, you'll never want to leave your snuggle nest and it may even thaw your cold dark heart just a little.

Room for One Monster or Two

Whether you're claiming the whole queen-sized blanket for yourself or sharing it with someone special, this blanket has you covered.

Easy Blanket TLC

Gentle wash, low heat or hang dry, no harsh cleaners. Keep it cozy, and it'll keep you cozy right back—forever (okay, well maybe not forever, but a long time).

The Hunger

For three centuries, he ruled the night alone.

It hadn't always been this way. In the early years, the loneliness had driven him to try - to offer immortality to those who seemed different, deeper, worth knowing for eternity. But living forever didn't cure smallness of spirit. They carried their pettiness into endless nights, still bickering over slights, still chattering about trivial nonsense while he ached to discuss the mysteries unfolding around them. Surrounded by immortals, yet completely unseen - that was the torture. No one could witness the vastness of what he'd discovered, what he'd felt across centuries.

So he stopped trying. Better to be alone than to drown in meaningless chatter for eternity.

He retreated to his castle, to his books and shadows, and told himself solitude was enough. The loneliness became a familiar weight - the knowledge that he would never be truly known, never be seen, never share the wonder of existence with another soul.

The Count learned to live with the ache. What choice did he have?

Some hungers, he believed, were never meant to be satisfied.