You sneak out the backdoor, and see an overgrown garden, separated by the forest beyond by a decaying, wrought iron fence.
The rain has faltered, replaced by the low chirps of crickets. Faintly, you hear a whispering from the trees.
...Thou shalt not see the way...Thou shalt lose thyself in the forest...
Doth thou depart so swiftly? Return at thine own leisure, and take heed, lest thou lose thyself on thy pilgramage.
Shouldst thou desire contact, dispatch messages directly unto mine crystaline orb, chrysanthemum81200@protonmail.com
Or, thoy may seek me upon the plane of Discord, but thou must implore me for the contact first.
This page is a place for all the links "into the forest", i.e. off my site and into the greater web!
Explore the various paths to your heart's content.