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:~$> _
You'd think horses were one of those animals that has horrible health due to humans breeding unhealthy animals to achieve a certain look, but no, they really are just naturally that fucked up. Horses' lungs bleed when they run at a certain speed. If their diet is too rich or low in selenium, their hooves fall off. If a horse's leg breaks, you kinda have no choice but to put it out of its misery. If a horse eats too much in a sitting it dies and they also don't have the ability to feel sated. Which means it will keep eating. Speaking of hooves, have y'all ever seen a newborn foal hooves? You don't want to, but, just saying.