i suppose that i should introduce myself, shouldn't i? that is, if anyone can actually hear me right now. no, you're reading this, aren't you, received in one of those blasted mailboxes that everyone here seems to have- ugh. whatever.
back to me. i'm not entirely sure where i am, honestly. what i am. i don't have many memories. or belongings. or much of anything, really. i'm just. here. i'm used to it at this point.
call me TWHNN. That Which Has No Name. fitting, isn't it?
i found this mailbox, though. amist the... nothingness. hopefully I'll be able to talk to you. you'll be able to talk to me. hopefully i'm not alone here. we'll wish. we'll hope. we'll see.
contacts i found programmed into this blasted thing: xxx













