
01 · Shape
Shape the land
Press out banks of soil, pour sand into dunes, heap up snow and let water find its own way. Every hollow is yours to shape, a handful at a time.


A little haunted. A little home.
A cosy garden game of rain, lanterns and little spirits. Shape a tiny living valley, plant it, and see who wanders in.
A game by Warlok Entertainment
What you do
Your Hollow is a little living valley of soil, sand, snow and water. It rains, the mist rolls in, the lanterns come on at dusk, and somewhere in the moss, something is watching.

01 · Shape
Press out banks of soil, pour sand into dunes, heap up snow and let water find its own way. Every hollow is yours to shape, a handful at a time.

02 · Plant
Tip the seed pouch to sow sunbells, berries and frostblooms. Water them, give them shade, and watch the moss creep in.

03 · Welcome
When a corner of your garden meets a Nuvlet's needs, it wanders in as faint, cool light. Earn its trust, and it blooms and stays.
Weather comes and goes: tides, frost, storms, and the odd grey, wilted spirit who needs calming, never fighting. Nothing here is scary. It's just a little haunted.
Meet the Nuvlets
Each Nuvlet starts from a real animal and has its own needs: a damp bank, a little shade, the right seed. Give them what they're looking for and they'll bloom and settle in. Some only come at night. A few are legends.

Welcoming, quietly brave
Carries a flowerpot shell with a little plant growing in it, and tilts it toward the moon at night.

Sneaky, playful, bold
Scoops up puddles of moonlight, then sidesteps after its own reflection as if it caught a tiny ghost.

Gentle, solemn, curious
Each soft croak lets out a little ring of ground mist.

Sly, loyal, watchful
Curls its tail around cold seedlings to keep them warm overnight.

Shy, inquisitive, hushed
Its wing windows brighten in the moonlight as it settles beside a bloom.

Timid, ancient, tender
Breathes tiny clouds over the snow, then puzzles at its own drifting shadow.

Trusting, shy, gentle
Folds one leafy ear over a sleeping seedling while the other listens to the path.

Mischievous, affectionate
Nudges your trowel aside, curls up in its place, and leaves a little patch of mist behind.

Cheerful, determined
Tucks into a snowball, rolls downhill, then waddles back up to wait for a friend.

Bashful, observant, playful
Slow moon-blue bands pass across its bonnet, matching the ripples beside it.

Courteous, watchful, tender
Lowers its budded antlers over tiny visitors; the closed blooms hold a faint blue light.

Hopeful, solemn, generous
Carries one seed down the dark path, its tail-tip glow lighting each place it might plant.

Tentative, playful
Rehearses one small hop at a time, leaving moon-pale hollows in the dunes.

Proud, drowsy, hospitable
Settles across its sandcastle door while moonlight pools between its blunt battlements.

Earnest, quietly proud
Pushes up a neat mound in the mist, then pops out with one clod balanced on its nose.

Patient, grateful, secretive
Presses an acorn into damp ground and shelters it under its broad leaf until morning.

Meticulous, generous, bashful
Sorts moonlit seeds and leaves the roundest one on an empty doorstep.

Still, patient, attentive
Waits by the black pond until a shy spirit comes near, then sends one gentle ripple.

Homely, cautious, kind
Pats its doorstep flat with its reed tail: a damp little welcome mat.

Alert, considerate, brave
Tests each snowy landing first, leaving broad prints for smaller spirits to follow.

Sleepy, affectionate
Scoots aside on its cold rock so the next visitor has somewhere to rest.

Steadfast, serene, welcoming
Returns to the same moonlit shore, where a ring of water gathers round its shell.

Majestic, gentle, curious
Walks past every garden doorstep before dawn, its breast glowing softly in the rain.

Majestic, inquisitive, gentle
Bends its great loop toward a sandcastle and touches the door with its nose as the tide stills.

Majestic, gentle, welcoming
Re-formed from the garden's gateposts, it bows at the gate as each spirit arrives at dusk.
The world
Behind the game shop in Warlok's harbour town there is a forgotten courtyard, and Kuro, a black cat with yellow eyes, watches over it.
When it rains in town, it rains tiny letters and numbers. The rain carries wandering spirits with it, and they follow the soft lantern light into the courtyard's little hollows, to rest, and to bloom.
Heavenly Hollow is the gentle side of the Warlok story. The town's darker tales stay next door; in here it's moss, mist and friends.

Rainy days & haunted nights
Afternoons are grey and gentle, all puddles and soft fog. After dark the mist comes up from the ground, the moon turns everything blue, and the lanterns make little warm islands to gather round.

Rain Slate skies, Garden Teal moss and the first lantern of the afternoon.

Midnight Ink, Moon Blue and drifting ground mist, with the odd spirit glow.
Rain at the garden gate
The midnight bloom
A visitor in the snow
Ate from your hand
It bloomed
There is room here
The Nuvlet journal
Night wanderersConcept art from a game in development. Things may change as the Hollow grows.
Coming soon
The lantern list isn't open yet. When it is, you'll be able to sign up here for news of the Hollow. Until then, Warlok Entertainment posts updates on its site and on X.
Sign-ups open soon