this one is for the overthinkers, the doomscrollers, and anyone who’s in some form of existential crisis. featuring a skeletal husk contemplating the void (but space flavoured), this design captures that perfect mix of cosmic insignificance and “eh, fuck it.”
printed on soft, high-quality cotton, it’s perfect for spiralling at 2 a.m., making peace with your inevitable demise, or stress-snacking while pretending that everything’s fine.