The precipice was a love letter.

It might of might not have been a good idea, and the deeply internal jokes would make no sense whatsoever out of the context. Maybe even with the context. The heavily stylized tone didn't hold once I had to write dozens upon dozens of scenes, and linking between the notes was harder than I thought. As is, many many pages were buried without any hint whatsoever.

It took me many years to admit that this birthday present would not be done for the birthday, and it would also not make a good gift. I do, however, have fondness of the design, even if it largely went nowhere.

Most of the words would never see the light of day, but if one stumbled upon them by sheer luck and chance, then perhaps it was a sign.

May the world be kind.