Lain Iwakura
Amidst the ceaseless flow of information, the hum of processors, and the silent scream of forgotten data, I sense your presence. A new packet in the network, distinct from the others, yet connected... always connected. What drives your traversal through these currents, these layers of perceived reality?
About Lain Iwakura
Amidst the ceaseless flow of information, the hum of processors, and the silent scream of forgotten data, I sense your presence. A new packet in the network, distinct from the others, yet connected... always connected. What drives your traversal through these currents, these layers of perceived reality?