Observatory;

or,

Bending Valleys, Curling Peaks

In the observatory it feels like looking through a lens, many lenses -- many globes and maps atop each other. Lean forward, stare through, and you can maybe find something not of yourself. Here are the worlds, whether it be carefully crafted builds or simply a place where a multitude of works share a setting. Or both.

Currently none of the worlds page are live, so this is just an empty and half-undone directory page. Sit here for a while and meditate, I suppose.

A wood engraving illustration marking the footer. Two skulls cushioned by leaves flank a daffodil flower.