Diorama
Spider Queen
The Spider Queen sits on bare stone, regal and inhuman, her beauty a deadly lure. This dark fantasy diorama is sculpted with haunting detail — from her throne to the fallen victims at her feet — a centerpiece sculpture for painters and collectors alike.
$20.99
Scale
75mm, 140mm
Format
STL/LYS
Released
September, 2025
Last update
October, 2025
PRINTING INFO
Sizes
- 75mm
- 140mm
- Character Size: 179x131x182mm (140mm)
- Largest Piece: 128x64x149mm (140mm)
Provided Files
Pressuported STL files
Unsupported STL files
Combined version (Unsupported)
Source files (LYS)
Disclaimer
- The provided model is delicate. It's intended for high-end collectible displays.
- Provided supports are print tested for an average setup, however individual adjustments might be required.
- Fine tuning of the provided supports might be necessary, depending on individual printing setup
Printing Notes
Model might contain delicate parts, handle with care
Model files are provided supported and unsupported. A combined model is also provided (unsupported), unless otherwise specified.
Presupport Source Files are provided in Lychee (.lys) format for individual adjustments
Pre-supported
Yes
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A closer look at the form, the craft, and the sculpt. Let the details speak for themselves
THE LORE
She sits upon bare stone, a throne without crown or court, her dominion carved only by silence.
She doesn't hunt with steel : her weapon is patience.
The slow tightening of unseen, deadly threads.
Her beauty is no gift but a snare, a silken veil that bends the mind toward false hope.
To gaze upon her is to believe a vain promise of humanity.
What waits beyond that veil cannot be named — a sharpened shadow, a grace that conceals only ruin.
Around her hang the husks of the lost, shadows of those already claimed, their struggles long dissolved into silence.
Her gaze is fixed on the next wanderer : for all those who step into her shadow are already hers.
And if there is sorrow buried deep within her stillness, no one will ever know.
Whatever she once was is long devoured, turned inward into a hunger that does not forgive, a hunt that does not end.