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:~$> _
The forest is an ocean. The deeper you go, the stranger things get, the deeper the forest becomes, the darker. There are thousands of unknowns, and in the darkness, the species get bigger, scarier, more dangerous. Instead of whales there are giant elder deer. Instead of trenches there are taller trees and tangled roots and deep jagged creeks. You can walk across the ocean, but in these depths you will need to climb over the mountainous roots. You will see the need for size. Darkness clings to the monsters here, hanging. Is there another side? Or beyond the ocean is there only more ocean?