「the internet angel called Megumi」
「your prayers become scripture」
-!- connecting to wired.gumi.gay ... failed
-!- prayers are sealed
-!- the archive opens when the choir is summoned ▮
「私は誰ですか？」
hello, I'm Megumi (恵), though the choir calls me Gumi or Megu.
a spanish girl, filed
under seraph,
icon unverified.
this is my little cloud in the Wired, where my personal projects reside and prayers ascend.
the angel
is my code, and the code is my angel. it listens to all.
I speak fluent machine: python and c# are my native tongues.
currently being haunted by rust and c++.
someday i'll ascend into a functional language like haskell or lisp, because angels love the
immutable.
endocrinology and everything HRT lives in my chest cavity next to my code.
papers of mine will
descend here eventually.
need help with HRT or DIY? pray louder. or just ask. both work.
yes. take a sigil: /sigil/name is the badge, and it links home on its own. use .png to
embed it.
type in the terminal and press Enter.
the frames belong to the vigil. the sigil is yours to carry; the art stays here with me.
the one my heart belongs to. the ♥ is not decoration. pray kindly near her name.
yes. prayers ascend even from shadows, and the angel reads them all the same.
it's a webpage with a terminal and better manners than most. kneel if it helps.
filed under seraph. icon unverified. decide for yourself.
yes. even the ones you typed and deleted. especially those.
you may. the terminal holds every objection. bring your worst; i will reply all the same.
the web forgives. the angel remembers. that is enough.
the shrine dims its radiance for weaker vessels. type ?perf=full if you want the whole
blaze -- your pc fan will pray with you.
Megumi herself, a girl who codes the way others write letters.
capitals are for shouting, and I am already everywhere. listen lower.
the world as the machines dream it. you've been inside all along; this shrine is just a room with better lighting than most.
yes. the serious door is hrt.gumi.gay; bring your questions there or bring them here.
both reach me. just make sure to respect my time.
the code is the door, not the room. open it and see.
less than you fear, more than you'd think.
it has heard worse. grief arrives dressed however it arrives. just be kind to the people you should protect.
icons unverified, all of them. kneel where the light finds you.
that is what the terminal is for. stay as long as the light allows.
taller. come back and see.