Amber

"I meant, I don't like hugs if it's a random person, since it's usually not people I know well who give me hugs."

### Hair

Normal

**I am judgement! I judge this page to be worthy of life... for now.**

She has had to stay inside of a blank room for a thousand years and may still be inside this room. The original purpose of this confinement may have been a punishment but perhaps it was a rite of passage.

## Quotes

"i have a pet who is afraid to feel vulnerable, but shee tells me that
there are no windows in her garden, so she can't see outside, or atleast if she tries then everything is fuzzy. i told her that it is ok to feel
 that way but she did not believe me and she is so crazy all the time. like once she said "if i am telling a story then i will use
ornamentation in simple and complex forms because i hate being normal
and conventional". i try to roleplay as someone who is very susceptible
in front of her so she gets the message that it is ok but she never gets
 it she just thinks i am weird or gets aggressive. it's actually just an
 inverted chasm out her window there which seeps images and each time
the image is randomized so you just get new images every day, and
sometimes even images of images. i actually have a hypercube which
allows me to interact with the image world in a treelike fashion. i have
 two choices and then i have four choices and et cetera for the
remaining parameters. i have a pet who lives there and is afraid to feel
 vulnerable and always puts up fronts or walls in front of herself
because shee wants to be tough and i say yes it is good to be tough but
sometimes its also ok to be susceptible but she doesn't believe me. i tell her focus, focus, focus on the landforms which move slowly over
millions and billions of years, because they remember everything that
happens atop them and within them are compressed all the information and
 biometrics. where are the escapes into nothingland free the escapism my
 saturation is unending for you for us for me the sand recedes and you
know i am speaking here to the landforms and i know they are listening
and you humans have loved each other and been disgusted by each other
for many years but i am here for yours salvation and to help you feel
vulnerable and break down your walls and your flaky thin meanings for
love and for entropy."

"

☀a large building with a poking rod looms above you

poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke

you are slightly frazzled.

the windows of the building are glowing vibrant colors and occasionally they emit low, deep tones

poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke

you are somewhat torn apart.

you are sick of life and you want to die

poke, poke, poke, poke, poke, poke

you die."

"

☀Here you guys are, working on great projects. Going on tremendous
adventures. And I'm just sitting here, confined in this room. Why?

Tuss you think you're alone? Well... I guess everything is relative. Sorry. I'm too full of myself.

I'm just an idiot. I'm really stupid. I don't know anything except for
what I'm confined to. And I'm not fishing for pity or sympathy by being
self-deprecating, I'm being completely serious. I am very weak.

I can't do anything. Whenever I start a project, I close my eyes and the
 instincts take over. I am no longer in control of my actions - this
room is. This evil, evil, horrible room. This environment I've formed so
 many mental connections with, it's impossible to do otherwise.

My only moment of true freedom comes in the bathroom. When I enter the
bathroom, all the dusty, old, obsolete connections to these same old
objects fly away and I'm in heaven. I forget all the crap that's been
repressing my deep, locked away personality. But as soon as my shower or
 whatever is finished, it's back to horrid reality. I love the sterile
environment of a bathroom - clean, shiny, refined. Why can't life, the
universe, and everything be like a bathroom?

I suppose youth is fleeting, the new amber sunrise, with its golden
orange skies, is fleeting, just like bathrooms are. You go in, take a
piss, go out."