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 angel, Sophia, you met is a small part of her god, and yet she has never seen the god directly. She can't; it would kill her instantly. Instead there were the highest tiers of angels with ten mouths, two thousand ears and ten thousand eyes. When the god was to give an order, his voice would shatter a hundred of the angels' ears and his visage would burn away a thousand eyes. When the angel repeats the gods' words to Sophia, that mouth would never be able to speak again. The angel's inevitable fate was to be deaf and blind and use its remaining mouths to sing the god's praises for the rest of eternity.