Ink the night.

Prowlers is a collective born from night and ink.
Three siblings — three voices — one blood.
Between poetry, style, and confinement, we write the city’s hidden truth.Follow the ink — the story continues inside.

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STORY

Prowlers is not just a name — it is a family born in fragments, scattered across cities, shadows, and languages.It begins in Warsaw, where two brothers grew up with words burning differently inside them.Victor, the elder, turned unrest into poetry, escaping the city’s noise with books, silence, and a mind too sharp for daylight. Mark, the younger, stayed, running fast into the streets that raised him, until the city itself shut its doors around him. Years later came Elisabeth — raised in England, drawn to the edge where beauty fractures into obsession. She speaks with fabrics, mirrors, and rhythm, balancing elegance and chaos.Together they form a constellation — not perfect, not polished, but real.Prowlers is survival turned into art — for those who never felt at home in daylight, who write truth in the margins. Three siblings, one fractured bloodline, a shared hunger to make the unseen visible.

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WORK

Our work is not ready for daylight.
It waits beneath the surface,
growing in fragments — words, fabrics, shadows,
stitched together in silence.It breathes in the margins,
away from the noise,
where broken lines find their rhythm
and darkness becomes a kind of light.You will see it when the time is right —
not sooner, not later,
but in the moment when night itself
learns how to speak.

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