• Sometimes the player read lines of code on a screen. Decoded them into words; decoded words into meaning; decoded meaning into feelings, emotions, theories, ideas, and the player started to breathe faster and deeper and realised it was alive, it was alive, those thousand deaths had not been real, the player was alive. • You. You. You are alive. • And sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the sunlight that came through the shuffling leaves of the summer trees • and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the light that fell from the crisp night sky of winter, where a fleck of light in the corner of the player’s eye might be a star a million times as massive as the sun, boiling its planets to plasma in order to be visible for a moment to the player, walking home at the far side of the universe, suddenly smelling food, almost at the familiar door, about to dream again • and sometimes the player believed the universe had spoken to it through the zeros and ones, through the electricity of the world, through the scrolling words on a screen at the end of a dream • and the universe said I love you • and the universe said you have played the game well • and the universe said everything you need is within you • and the universe said you are stronger than you know • and the universe said you are the daylight • and the universe said you are the night • and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you • and the universe said the light you seek is within you • and the universe said you are not alone • and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing • and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code • and the universe said I love you because you are love. • And the game was over and the player woke up from the dream. And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better. And the player was the universe. And the player was love. • You are the player. • Wake up.

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You have landed on the daydream station, a magical hideaway in the vast, ever-growing expanses of the Web. This is a personal refuge of Franny, an artist, a queer, a girl, and a dreamer, who has claimed this little faraway nook for herself to experiment in, to display her accomplishments and life journey, and to take a rest from the bustling cities and loud highways of The World Wide Web.

Join me on my journey of creativity and self-discovery, browse through the rooms and hallways of this Webbed Site!

History

epicfranb.neocities.org was first created on February 13th 2023. The start of 2023 was rough for me; but there was one thing that stood out: a Tumblr post which talked about personal websites.

Now, having been born in 2002, i have not witnessed the era of personal web at all. I spent my childhood playing flash games, so the only thing really "nostalgic" to me is the old style layouts.

But i was entranced with the websites i found. They had personality, they were unique, they were many of them. They were homes, they were scrapbooks, they were works of art.

And so, armed with my complete lack of knowledge in HTML and CSS, i began coding... read more

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