The Chapel of Breath
They say temples are built from stone, but ours grows from touch - from hands that tremble softly, from words that choose to stay. Each tile becomes a heartbeat, a quiet confession to time. Someone close buys it with presence, someone far entrusts their thought, and both are carried by the same wind. On the back of every tile, a message waits - a name, a hope, a breath turned solid. The rain will read it, the sun will bless it, and years will hum through it like a low song. This chapel asks for no worship, only awareness - the wish to belong to something tender and lasting. It’s not faith we build, but memory. A place for wanderers, lovers, growers of silence. No sermons, no borders, only roof and sky - and beneath them, the trace of your being. One tile, one story, one pulse. Together they rise, not as walls, but as an inhale - shared between souls, unfinished, alive. When it stands complete, it won’t be a monument. It will breathe with us.
Fragments of the Abyss
Voices of the Abyss
Boss - Don VibesEvil admin, cold strategist. Sharp calls, iron net discipline.
Don Vibes - the evil admin whose word slices like a blade. He rules the network with fear and respect, and no one dares to move without his sign.
Пиночет420 - Iron PinkDictator with ban hammer. Swift justice, digital strikes.
Пиночет420 aka Iron Pink - the network’s dictator with a ban hammer. In his world, there are no shades of gray: you’re either in line, or you’re gone.
Admin - Grim ScribeRule-writer, feared, unclear. Break a word, you vanish.
Grim Scribe - the lawmaker admin. His texts are cryptic, but behind them hides the force to erase your name and wipe you from memory.
