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Bio

Within this dream, lay the work of the mad. Creations from the ill and insane that cascade into art of dubious quality, but art all the same.
From this sea of ink, you may find yourself lost. A maze of broken mirrors stands between you and what you know. A quest to return to the surface, ever more daunting with each passing display that you are certain you have seen before.
Allow me to guide you, wayfaring stranger. Let me show you the way.

All I ask in return is that you don't ponder my ability to navigate such a hellish place.
All I ask in return is that you don't peer behind the mask.