Greetings, Pathfinder and Welcome to my lair. Before continuing your journey, I must warn you of possible phenoms that you may encounter on your voyage. Your path is marked with ink that never dries, Binary bits float in the air trying to find a home. The smell is familiar, intoxicating even. A smell that touches all the senses, a mix of the 90's air wrapped in a scent of burnt solder and frankincense. This path may never end, the author doesn't even know. If you find your stay is sufficient and you would like to purchase residency, there is always room for guests. Be kind to creatures you encounter, Respect this space as if it was your own.
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