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.
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."