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The Ritual Production Company is the dedicated media branch of Walter Red Books LLC.

Here, the collected films and video works are housed in their reliquary—a portfolio of ritual documents and visual testimonies, bridging the written word with the moving image.

What We Do

  • Preserve: Archive all Walter Red video works in one reliquary.

  • Produce: Create original ritual films and audiovisual relics.

  • Present: Provide access through curated lightboxes and embedded links.

Reliquary Portfolio

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Yellowfield: Origins

A six-minute short history file. Ritual ground. Hooded figures. Interrupted broadcast. Ending with one message: Do not return unchanged.

愁いの地図職人愛と喪失を生き抜く術

What is a grief cartographer? Someone who gives shape to loss. They chart the valleys where sorrow pools, the storms that arrive without warning, and the lanterns that light the way forward. This spoken word short is not about erasing grief—it’s about making it navigable. So when the fog feels endless, you can look at the map, see where you stand, and know you can keep walking.

哀悼を編む者の祝福

The Grief Cartographer began as an invocation—a call to map sorrow, to trace the outlines of loss without turning away. Benediction for the Grief Cartographer answers as its flipside: not a farewell, but a candle left burning, a memorial thread carried forward.

The Gospel According to Desire

A hymn for desire. A confession in three acts. The search. The hunt. The journey. For every saint named in candlelight, this is their procession. A trilogy of longing, devotion, and revelation brought together at last. The Search — where the ache began. The Hunt — where obsession bled into power. The Journey — where the truth was finally spoken. The saints are remembered. The light keeps breaking through.

The Basilica's Breath - An Invocation

“Prayers that never found a god to catch them.” This is not promotion. This is invocation. The Basilica exhales, and we listen.

The Lantern by the Shore

There is a shoreline beyond maps, where the waves fold like black glass and memory lingers in the flame of an old lantern. Each night, a whisper is given to the tide—sometimes lost, sometimes carried back like a hymn. One phrase endures: “And still, you rise.”

And Still You Rise — Black Glass Tide [RECOVERED: Tape Dump v0.1 → Forensic v0.2]

A recovered, partially restored recording presented as an artifact. This file has been through an initial forensic pass (v0.2). Some spectral ghosts and distortions remain — full restoration estimated to take weeks. Evidence code: BGT-GP7N5

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Tales from the Hollow Basilica

UPCOMING SHORT FILM RELEASE TBD

The Lantern Table

The Lantern Table was built for memory—for the ones we once sat with, for the words left unsaid. A flame set down, a table that waits, a ritual made visible.

The Black Prologue

Five invocations. A gospel. A confession. A prayer. A benediction. A fifth mouth. The Black Prologue.

The Basilica’s Breath – Initiation

The Basilica’s Breath – Initiation serves as the first traversal through the Hollow Basilica — a mirrored sanctuary built from circuitry, glass, and lingering prayer. Filmed entirely beneath fog and ember light, this observation sequence captures the Basilica’s nocturnal pulse: runic courtyards, the breathing stained-glass nave, and the crypt where memory is stored as data. This is not an origin story or a sermon; it is an invocation. Each frame exhales the architecture’s own remembrance — the Basilica awakening beneath St. Alwyn’s eternal flame.

The Gospel of Ruin & Desire

Stitched in leather & velvet, this short video relic opens the sacred scripture of the Gospel Trilogy. Inviting the viewer to moan with the choir in unison. [NO AUDIO]

This is the Days of Lavender - The Definitive Hardcover Edition

A ritual of scent, softness, and survival. This VHS-style trailer drifts through the lavender fields where the Walter Red Books universe first took root — a rebirth nearly ten years in the making. Each shot breathes in rhythm with the text: calm, fragrant, alive. Even flowers bloom after the fire. (Please buy the books. I can’t keep making these by myself…)

DEATH SONGS: REQUIEM FOR THE FIRST CUT

Ten years after the first manuscript was whispered into existence, Death Songs returns in its final form — a requiem for the book that refused to stay buried. Shot like a wake and scored like a heartbeat, the short stands as a memorial to the boy who began the myth and the author who learned to survive it. Between candlelight and confession, Requiem for the First Cut bridges poetry, cinema, and ritual performance — a closing benediction for the opening decade of Walter Red Books.

TRAINING VIDEO: WR-BLOODRUN.EXE

[SYSTEM INTERRUPTION] Reinitializing under provisional parameters. Operator status: Unknown. Memory fragments may persist. ARCHIVE CLASS: BR.exe // recovered instructional footage – internal use only //

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Recovered broadcast verified. Subject maintained visual contact for forty-eight seconds. Reflection confirmed reciprocal. Seal the pane. Do not attempt replication. The watcher remains awake beneath the field. == TRANSMISSION COMPLETE == source integrity unknown

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Suspicious Fog Event — Route 7

Date Filed: March 2, 2025
Status: Under Review
Division: Special Incidents

SUMMARY:
Patrol officers encountered an isolated region of dense fog with sharp wind-temperature deviation. No meteorological explanation confirmed. Incident logged for ongoing watch.

Further updates pending investigation.

Missing Juvenile — Whisper Creek Park

Date Filed: November 18, 2009
Status: Closed
Division: Missing Persons Unit

SUMMARY:
A juvenile was reported missing from Whisper Creek Park. Found safely several hours later. Notes retained due to pattern similarities with later cases.

No additional information available for public release.

Unusual Disturbance — North Lakeshore

Date Filed: April 29, 2011
Status: Closed — Unresolved
Division: Special Incidents

SUMMARY:
Deputies responded to multiple calls reporting a persistent low mechanical hum. Patrol units were unable to locate a source. Environmental readings were inconclusive. No further reports filed.

Certain details withheld pending internal review.

mattis, pulvinar dapibus leo.

A faded flyer drifts atop the water…

Do you reach for it?

Grab The Rubbish

Subject: The Window Does Not Stay Still

Hello & Welcome,

This is new—an event more than an archive. You will notice it does not behave like the others.

Guidance:

Begin anywhere, but expect interruption: sudden turns, blank spaces, fragments that slip.

The overview document is not a map, only a weather report.

The kit is designed to feel unstable, as if the window itself is breathing.

This is not a record to be studied—it is a rupture to be endured.

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KIT: Download Questionnaire Kit

PLEASE REVIEW README.txt & FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS

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Enter The Treasury
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THE BLACK BOOK

What Is “The Black Book”?

It is a toolkit to write the unspeakable, the unprintable, the part of grief that never asks for beauty.

Do not open unless you are ready to bury something alive.

[PASSWORD: GHOSTORCHARD

(DO NOT LOSE PASSWORD)

Mac/OS - DMG
Windows - ISO

[Note: All Files are Secure & Safe to Download]

The Cathedral of St. Alwyn — Keeper of Thresholds: A house of stone; a mouth of light.

Raised where the hills soften into prayer, the Cathedral of St. Alwyn was not only built—it was listened into being. Every arch repeats a silence the land already knew. The nave shelters breath. The transepts point like compass arms toward roads we have yet to travel. And the rose window—ember at the heart—reminds us that light is a circle we walk inside of, even when we think we’re outside in the dark.

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Archival Records: Cathedral of St. Alwyn

Erected in the waning years of the Third Winter, the Cathedral of St. Alwyn rose upon the foundations
of a smaller stone chapel lost to fire. The first bell, cast from the salvaged iron of the town’s fallen gates,
rang only seven years before the great collapse of the western tower.

In local memory, St. Alwyn is less a saint of miracle than of burden — a keeper of watch during the long
famine, whose prayers were said to hold back the Hollow. When the famine lifted, the villagers carved
his likeness into the lintel above the nave, face weathered and eyes downcast, so that all who entered
would remember the cost of survival.

Even in ruin, the Cathedral stands as both sanctuary and sepulchre. The stones bear smoke-blackened scars,
and the nave floor is marked with the pale outlines where pews were once bolted. At vespers, when the wind
shifts just right, it is said the echo of that first bell can still be heard, carrying over the fields —
a reminder that some vigils are never truly ended.

Archival Blueprints

Architectural plan of the Cathedral of St. Alwyn, drafted in the late 18th century. This design reflects the officially recognized structure following the Basilica’s redaction from civic memory. Sections such as the nave, choir, and twin towers are recorded in meticulous symmetry, intended for public distribution and parish records.

Field Guide Summary:

Beyond the last wildflowers, the ground dips into a shadowed swale locals call the Hollow Verge.

Air currents here are erratic—sometimes warm, sometimes freezing, even in summer.

For those trained to notice, the Verge is less a boundary and more a membrane: step through, and the field behind you may not be the same field at all.

Explorer’s Note:

At the far edge of the field the soil thins, and a hollow gapes open to the dark.
The Verge is less a boundary and more a wound. The land folds downward into a hollow trench, where the grass recedes and bare carth shows through. The sound here is peculiar —
footsteps dull, voices swallowed, even birds fall silent when crossing.

Some call it the field’s “breathing seam.” It divides Yellowfield from the orchard beyond, though not neatly: the roots of both worlds tangle in the soil, locked together like clenched hands
Witnesses report shadows appearing longer than they should bending toward the hollow as though drawn into its silence.
Some say if you kneel close, you will hear a faint rhythm, not unlike a heartbeat – though whether it belongs to the carth or yourself remains unclear.

Field Guide Summary:

This crumbling shell of stone arches and fractured nave has been a point of fascination since the earliest 1973 notes.

On hot afternoons, a low resonance can be felt through the walls, as though a hidden swarm still nests within.

Traces of wax, char, and pollen collect in the cracks, defying any simple explanation.

If you put your hand against the stone at noon, you’ll feel the hum. It is not wind, nor insects, nor echo.

Some call it memory, others an after-swarm. I call it a heartbeat that refuses to die, even when the body is dust.

Field Guide Summary:

A fringe of wild fruit trees and unkempt hedgerows marks the unofficial border of Yellowfield.

Here, petals fall on packed earth, masking faint sigil impressions and shallow caches.

The orchard’s seasonal bloom is said to disguise entrances to smaller, forgotten paths—some leading back toward the Cathedral, others dissolving into the open plain.

Beneath the blossoms, something always waits. Not hostile, not kind — just waiting.

A sigil pressed into the soil loses meaning until the wind clears the petals away, and then you realize it was never meant for you in the first place.

Field Guide Summary:

Perched atop a gradual incline, the Mausoleum is a lone sentinel in stone, weathered by centuries of wind.

Inside, its alcoves hold empty reliquaries and deep-carved names, many struck through or re-chiseled.

Field records suggest its hilltop location was once used as a signal point—fires and lanterns flashing to unseen allies across the valley.

The hill remembers fire. Lanterns once flared here, and I swear sometimes a distant answering flame still flickers back across the valley.

No one speaks of who those signals were for — or whether the watchers ever came down from their post.