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:~$> _
Secrets tend to fester. They might delay consequences, but they also tend to make them worse when they do come out. They also sometimes create new ones like the niece suffered through. Her whole life she saw her uncle be loving and generous to everybody but her and not know why. Was it her? Was she seen as unworthy? What has she done? Did she deserve it? I'm sure these thoughts went through her head at least a few times growing up. She suffered through all of this because her parents did something horrible, something she has probably been raised to see as bad and to never do, and she was a product of that. She suffered and was never told why, thereby increasing the suffering because her parents were and continued to be selfish until it all came out.