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Introduction of Natemare, by Shaun
“Hello? Hello… I know you’re there. Are you scared? You shouldn’t be. Just follow the sound of my voice. … That’s it. Good.”
“You’re almost here. Just keep walking. There you go. Now tell me something. You won’t get tired of my voice… Will you?”
“Aww… Don’t look so scared. I promise I won’t hurt you. Yet.”
“I wonder how you managed to find this place… It’s a strange thing to want to come here. After all, he did abandon me here. But never told anyone. It makes me wonder how you found me. Maybe curiosity. Maybe ignorance. Maybe because… you heard my voice.”
“It doesn’t matter to me. You’re mine now. So sit back, relax, and stay in your seat. Not like you have a say in the matter. This is sure to be a fun one, I can tell. Oh, and one last thing…”
“Enjoy the Show~”
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i fear i come here at a loss, perhaps in a panic; it seems the world is unraveling in a myriad of ways. generative AI is poisoning online circles for artists, digital archives are being burned like Alexandria, and venomous rhetoric is infiltrating every corner of the internet. i've posted under the title ohsweetnazareth on the ol' 1inst4gr4m, though i've grown a particular hatred toward that app: the man who owns it is uniquely vile. i am going to do my best to steer clear from there. here i am now, on what i hope is one of the few tolerable social media sites remaining in the americas. on this page, i'll be aiming to do something a little different than the work i have previously put out, focusing more on writing than edits and aesthetics. as the world sizzles and quakes, i want to take one small act of defiance, one that defies some of the most primitive parts of me: i want to write truthfully. exaggeration has led me to exhaustion. i am sick of aiming for appeal. may all i write here come only from the most honest parts of me. i am nazareth. see me laid bare. 111