Come, approach. Bring me to life, hear my voice.
What would you give for a bit of clarity?
Extend your cursor to my words.
Ask away.
- Where am I?
- Who are you supposed to be?
- Nine?
- I'm leaving.
AND THE DAMNED SPEAK
My dusty and time-worn blog awaits you in this area without comments or outgoing links, the only light provided from within my subdomain. My booth resembles a familiar blog but instead reads "ASK LILIE STOKES" in philosopher's script above a screen containing a hand-drawn woman clothed in an elaborate dress-- red-gloved right hand outstretched towards you (you think?). Her face reminds you of some Egyptian myth, smirking at you in the dim dark of the pyramid.
Come, approach. Bring me to life, hear my voice.
What would you give for a bit of clarity?
Extend your cursor to my words.
Ask away.
- Where am I?
- Who are you supposed to be?
- Nine?
- I'm leaving.
Come, approach. Bring me to life, hear my voice.
What would you give for a bit of clarity?
Extend your cursor to my words.
Ask away.
- Where am I?
- Who are you supposed to be?
- Nine?
- I'm leaving.