Sometime between my first day and the last, a divine beam of light shone down from on high and pierced my skull with very specific instructions for the construction of this website.

Dark psychic forces beyond human comprehension compelled me to learn the HyperText Markup Language, and now in my Autumn years where technology has at last caught up it is finally possible to reproduce the site as it was originally detailed in my vision, all those many years ago.

However, "website" is perhaps a misnomer.

I can see now that we are building an Ark here. A fortrtess of salvation and refuge in times of trouble: for now is the End of Days nearer than when we believed.

"The day of the Lord will come as a thief in the night; in which the heavens shall pass away with a great noise, and the elements shall melt with fervent heat, the earth also and the works that are therein shall be burned up."

Now do you understand as I do—what exactly is at stake here? What must be done? What we must do? What is required of us?

"The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armour of light."

The hour is come. I know your deeds. You have a reputation of being alive, but you are dead. It is time for you to wake up.

"Blessed is he that readeth, and they that hear the words of this prophecy, and keep those things which are written therein: for the time is at hand."

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Sorry, I lied.

Truth is, I don't really exist.

See? It's a picture of me, all that remains.

I already left a long time ago.

Soon, you will too.