Deadline EnchanterDeadline Enchanter

This is where I end and you begin. That, at least, is what I want to think. I don’t know you. Perhaps one day I will. But this Implementation-rather, its copies-are my seeds blowing to the wind. The palm-parsers, their oak gears whirring, will be pressed into hands long after I finish this. Hands like yours.

A metatextual work of interactive fiction by Anya Johanna DeNiro.