Bullug is the Black Bull's Mug. A low-poly cylinder of matte night, a stoic face cut into the clay, and two horns rising from the rim like a toast that never ends.
The eyes do not blink. They glow. A neon pour lives behind the obsidian, the same acid green that licks the horn tips and spills onto the dark. This is not a costume. This is the drink and the drinker.
Born on Solana. Held by those who prefer a heavy mug to a thin promise.