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Hey there, you!
I'm Veen, the creator of this project. I created this page on 29/01/2024 as a way to try something new!Its probably very clear from the website itself that im definitely not at all seasoned in coding or website creation at all for that matter, hence why I decided to make it with Carrd (i know, i know.)What I dont know in coding and web design hopefully gets made up for with this narrative I present to you.I plan to update this site regularly, so come check back every now and then to see if anything's new!as a little prize for getting to this page; here's the full cypher!

I still remember the day it happened as if it were yesterday.At first, he tried to plead with them. Begging for mercy, his shrieks echoed through the otherwise tranquil mountain range as he thrashed and kicked to try and free himself from their grasp.It was no use. His begs deteriorated quickly into a bitter rage. Screaming and cursing the envious few who put him in this situation to begin with.They tricked him. Stole everything he had. Encased him in a tomb where he has been left to rot ever since.His words, alight with hatred, cut through the afternoon air like knives."THESE ACTIONS WILL NOT STAND UNPUNISHED. YOU CAN'T GET RID OF ME."The very last thing I saw before they pushed his head below the threshold, was him staring me dead in the eyes, with a look of pure hatred I'd never seen before.Then all was silent once more.A part of me died that day alongside him. The part of me that could have, and would have tried to save him. When he inevitably escapes his cursed prison, I deserve whatever it is he'll do to me.

It happens faster than your mind is able to process.
A thick cloud of smoke fills the entire universe. It’s in your lungs, your eyes, your mind.
First comes the overwhelming sense of dread, then the searing pain.
As you lie still, you have a split second of lucid clarity.
(Your hands, the road, blood. You’re on your side. It’s a really nice summers day. Birds are singing, the sun is warm on your skin, the few fluffy clouds in the sky watch happily down on you.)
(You’re choking on your own blood.)
As the summer sun pulls you away, you take a final glance at your body.
It’s staring back at you, another in your place.
Your final comprehensible emotion before your soul is scattered across the universe, and you begin your existence as something far more than human,
Is panic.