MOTH // he.they
Too tired for everything.
This is an online grave of spaces where things were meant to disappear.
It is a diary, a gallery, a containment center for buried things not meant to be salvaged. Please tread carefully, silently, and do not wake up anything that lies beneath the water surface.
Please proceed with caution. This space is R18+ and contains (but is not limited to) the following:
Aug 24 // 2023 Homepage updated. Constructing other pages .