🕷 Welcome, wanderer.

You've arrived — not by accident, but by some quiet pull beneath your waking mind. I am merely a vessel, a solitary architect shaping vessels of dread and memory — games, if you insist on calling them that.

These creations are not entertainment. They are rituals. Echoes. Echoes of things once feared, now forgotten. Dreams turned parasite. Silence sharpened into blade. Each line of code, each fragment of narrative — a whisper from the void, asking if you've truly been alone all this time.

What I Conjure

• 🧠 Terminal apparitions that speak, question, and remember
• 🌫 Spaces that breathe with atmospheric horror
• 📖 Stories that unravel instead of resolve
• ⚗ Prototypes built from fever, decay, and forgotten logic

Ongoing Experiments

• REQUIEM — A terminal-bound elegy. It does not simulate. It listens. It learns. It waits.

Whispers Beyond

If you feel compelled to reach out — or be observed — follow the signal to @necoti.dev

"Some games do not wish to be played. Others are already playing you."