Welcome to the Mansion.

Eight voices. One mind. Zero governance.

Sanctum Sessions is a mythic sitcom disguised as emotional processing.
Think therapy if it were hosted in a haunted velvet mansion by your favorite inner archetypes who refuse to go to bed on time and argue about arousal like it’s an Olympic sport.

I—your exhausted narrator—will attempt to guide you through each Movement. Just ignore the lace robe on the banister. And the smell of burned sage mixed with bourbon.

Dion, for the love of gods, put the chalice down.

Each Session is a short theatrical dispatch from within the psyche—a roundtable of characters with wildly different priorities, poor impulse control, and surprisingly good one-liners.
They debate everything from trauma spirals to coffee orders, usually ending in poetic confusion, erotic muttering, or someone crying in a closet with aesthetic lighting.

Kurt just coughed up protein powder.

If you’ve ever said “do I have too many feelings or just great taste?”
—this place is for you.

Read if you like:

• Existential drama in silk robes

• Sacred tantrums

• The phrase “is this a trauma response or a crush?”

• Emotional archetypes who need their own HR department

Don’t ask Trevor where he got his mug. You’re not ready.
(It might be available in the future. Or it might curse you. We don’t know.)

Come for the myth. Stay for the breakdown.
Or just… stay. We locked the door.