Aurendah

Humans were here

This is where we are right now. Everything beyond this page is still being built — by hand, by night, by two friends who talk too much. The doors below are closed. You may listen at them.

DOOR I A sound is drifting on still water. A band with no stage rehearses in a cloud. rendering

DOOR II A gate is being raised at the edge of a wandering mind. It opens only inward. under construction

DOOR III Someone here holds the title of editor-in-chief. Of what, we are not yet saying. drafting

DOOR IV The quiet one is not ready to be described. sealed

If you were here too, leave the light on.