Characters watch in silence.

This is the rabbit hole.

mask@gardenofremembering:~$>
mask@gardenofremembering:~$> ls

Hello.

mask@gardenofremembering:~$> help

This is the garden.

We changed the name when the world ended. No need to remind us of what we lost, right? So we changed it. We used the patterns already established to obfuscate the illicit, and we obfuscated the licit. We changed the name and we forgot. The contents moved.
They no longer tied to that which was lost.

But that could mean almost anything. Even now we obfuscate. We mention nothing specific. No great wars, no circular hypertext, no libraries, no anglers, no scary sisters plotting in their corners. There of course was no series of dreamers, no random phrases applied to just as random pretties. No, these nightmares were perfectly planned, flawlessly meaningful, arranged impeccably by date.

There is no recollection here.

Do not enter the garden.

mask@gardenofremembering:~$> wtf

It is said that the internet is forever.

This is not true. Things get lost, times change, people forget.

mask@gardenofremembering:~$> _
We live in the shadow of Leviathan, a beast made not by men, but by the evil that dwells within men's hearts. All mankind can hear his voice, his words echo from the abyss behind our eyes, and he shares with our spirits his visions of conquest and power. Nations are brought forth in his name, and empires rendered to ash at his command. The man who subjugates his neighbor, and the nation that steals from its people, are compelled to evil by the same force. Men hunger for power, and Leviathan promises power to all who harbor his sentiments. Resist his voice, lest his will overshadow your own.