/// moru's archive ///

~ Welcome to the Moru's archive, fellow netsurfer. ~

The place you are visiting now is my domain, THAT WILL PRESUMABLY CONTAIN SOME OF MY th-s, like those of thoughts, things and thagaloos.

But let's answer the questions some of people who visit this page would like to know first and foremost.

... What Is Moru?

A person, a vessel of dreams, waves and sensations like the most of us.

... Who Is Moru?

A somewhat amateurish game developer, writer and artist. Psychologist by specialty as well.

... Why Is Moru?

You enter the room. Something that appears to be a receiver makes a crackling static noise, grabbing your attention, hauntingly calling to you. The rubberized, flat, round button seems to miss the days when it was used. Thousands of voices on the radio deafen your senses as you turn on the receiver. Suddenly, a tidal wave of static washes them all away like pebbles of gravel, each different from the other. You turn off the receiver, enveloped in the darkness of THE LACONIC SILENCE. You don't need it anymore. And it's mutual.