It must've been a long walk to reach here. I swear the woods only grow darker by the day. Within these pages contains a microcosmic universe of everything close to me-- my studies, friends of past and present, the Earth itself. These pages act as an inviolable sanctuary dedicated-- perhaps narcissistically so-- to myself. Its purpose is to disseminate knowledge and joy to all that gaze upon it, but primarily acts a form of artistic expression for myself, some type of proof that yes, I was here, avoiding death by entombing myself in an electric mausoleum of CSS. By creating a website, you are rebelling against the enshittification of the internet, and I invite you to take part in this protest.

I firmly believe that a portion of my spirit is within these pages. Note that my soul is not the only one in here-- not even close. The house in front of you has been inhabited by many spirits for a long time, their bones crackling in the fireplace. They can not move on to the next life and with that creature still lurking about in there, I decided to keep them in these pages. They do not remember their past life and hearing about it would only stress them out, so keep it on the down low, OK? One day they will learn, but I will only set that day into motion if safety for transmigration has been established.

You will not have access to enter that house and I strongly encourage you to keep it that way. As previously mentioned, many lives have been lost there by gruesome ends, because of the so-called "Protector". Spirits have a natural proclivity to their bones (where the soul is originally held), so the spirits in these pages may help you find your way in so they can reunite. Don't let them. I can't stop you but... the cycle of blood must end.^{[^1]}

With all that said and done... I invite you to enter. Gaze at the image below and when you're ready... welcome.