⚠ THIS PLACE… IT MOVES. FLASHES OF LIGHT, COLOURS TOO BRIGHT FOR COMFORT. DESKTOP IS BEST.
(*Plink*—a crystal-y chime somewhere deep in the data-stream… the text sharpens?? edges bleeding faint red… phosphorescent??)
This is the repository!! It has my portfolio… or maybe just the echoes… echoes of echoes. I don’t… I don’t visit much. Don’t add much. Oops.
Stuff will show up. Eventually. Maybe. Sooner than you think… maybe not.
The terminal… it’s here. A black pool. Obsidian pool. The cursor… blinks. Patient. Always watching. Always.
It wants something from you. Your command. Your… offering??