Welcome to The Vanishing Room
An echoing world where memories linger and mysteries unfold.
Somewhere between dreams and old streets,
Spider Alley appears when you’re not looking.
Every song opens a door. Some lead home. Some don’t.
The Door That Vanishes
Start with the music; follow the threads it leaves behind. Each track opens a hidden note—just enough to feel the web.
The Haunted Ones
Some stories aren’t told—they weave themselves through those who listen long enough.
I am JP Bantigue, known here as The Weaver—a UI/UX designer by trade and a world-builder by compulsion.
By day, I build paths users can follow. By night, I trace the echoes that lead to Spider Alley. The Door That Vanishes was never meant to be an album alone—it’s a map, a threshold, a way of remembering.
If you linger in these corridors, the stories may start remembering you too.
Personal blog, creative journals, and the stories that started it all.
The Loom
Every thread in Spider Alley connects somewhere — a forgotten story, a haunted corner, a name whispered between songs. These are the next doors waiting to open.
The World Expands
Lore expands through subpages and hidden entries—each new page opening another layer of The Vanishing Room.
You’ll start meeting the ones who linger between songs, and the places that remember them.
The Weavers
Writers, artists, sound-makers, and quiet observers can send their fragments—short texts, sketches, or voices—to help shape this living web.
Every contribution will be credited, archived, and folded into the myth.
New Doors, New Echoes
If all goes well, new songs will join the Room—alternate cuts, companion tracks, and echoes of stories not yet told.
The more voices we gather, the louder the city hums.
Join the Echoes
Tell us what you’ve found in the dark.
Do the songs stay with you?
Do you want to help build the world, share a story, or simply wander deeper?
No spam. Just echoes — behind-the-scenes drafts, early drops, and secret edits.