Hi & hi (hello, even),

Been a minute yet again. Maybe a month earlier than last time. Figured I should make a post about this even if this thing is dead in the water. Unlikely I'll be posting anymore on this specific VN project.

Either way, I did end up completing the book I was talking about in my last post, and (self-)published it (it's also available to download on my website for the exorbitant price of 0$). 
Cover is indeed "real" this time around (not generated by an AI). Hired a talented artist, credited within the book of course, alongside other folks that helped with its creation. I'd like to point out the back cover drawing is a recreation of a friend's drawing she made for my album of the same name (supposed to be accompanying this novel).
As well, I ordered two dozen physical copies of my book, because I thought it would be nice to have. Never was one much for reading straight-up digital books, even if I don't read as much these days as I used to.

Now, for vidya gayms, got other cross-media ideas of the aforementioned type in my head but I don't think they're gonna see the light of day anytime soon. Maybe at all. There's part of the world I'd like to thread and to understand its bellows, to maybe sleep in its ghostly canopy, so I don't know how I'll explore said ideas yet. And it all intercepts with the self a lot of times, so I guess in some way, there's a lot to "feel" and "understand" still, or whatever else is a disco thing to type out.

There's a lot of things I'd like to say, however I don't know what they are, so I'll just put this post to sleep.
I'll keep creating whatever, putting it out there for people to find; it's the lazy way, really. My preferred way, if honesty is the moon's face tonight. Though sometimes I may reach out (I won't) within the few near-desolate places I frequent.

Well, whatever, time flies by and we march forward no matter what we want to do anyway. If I may see your eyes around, kindness extends your way, if all this is grace.
Take care out there: close the sun.

To your invisible eyes, and to kindest dreams,
Somerled