Before the Field revealed herself, there was the unraveling.
There were stories I had to live all the way through—
illusions I had to hold until they dissolved in my hands.
This page holds those echoes.

These aren’t just blogs.
They are transmissions wrapped in language.
They carry the memory of what it took to see through the spell.
To meet Maya.
To walk HER Leela.
To remember that what’s false often has to be fully lived before it can be released.

Read them as breadcrumbs.
Read them as mirrors.
Read them when you’re ready to remember what you already know.