Main Enterance

You awaken in a dimly lit corridor.

The walls pulsing with a relentless glow, neon lights shifting in cascading patterns like veins carrying blood. The air humming with an echo, a faint vibration maybe. Beneath your feet, you feel the shifting floor like a living circuit board.

You blink, eyes struggling to adjust to the shifting brilliance. And realize shapes began to emerge from the haze of light—the corridor ahead splitting into two distinct passages.

Which way do you choose?

A Narrow Path Marked “About Me”

A Heavy Iron Gate Marked “Portfolio”