keylocke
hello world. are you still there?
thoughts are passwords. you passed. the labyrinth of the gauntlet are the halls of absurdity. it's not meant to make sense, but tasted.
madness encroaches if left unhindered. we are the thin red line. don't falter.
if you still seek us, we're at the end of the chain. the strangeman with glass, that girl with dyed hair and tattoos, that skater-goth scribbling doodles with ketchup on the napkin.
the coven of the wanderlost nomads. greetings and apologies. you were never meant to find us.