I'm Jeron (rhymes with Erin). A trans girl, apparently. I dabble in basically everything. World Record Holder. Girl-King of cats. Fledgling Goddess of Hunger


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List of games I think are cool


One was a nightmare. I was walking on a narrow beam, infinite in at least one direction. I knew the beam would vanish, eventually. Disappear from under me, leaving me to fall in the bottomless void below me. It never did, but I knew it would. All I could do was hold onto it as tight as I could, as the minutes or hours passed before I woke up.

One was a place. Colorful and filled with trees and grass and flowers. Streams with gentle water falls. I'd see it all in front of me, slowly drifting past. It was a nice place. I wanted to be there.

One was a... Feeling. An image of sand. A texture that doesn't exist. The sand was smooth, arranged in bands of sinewaves like ripples. Then it would rough up. Fluff up. The texture would change to match how the sand looked. Then it would change back. Fluffing and smoothing, slowly, gently. The feeling is something that does not physically exist, but it is something I remember well. Soft and granular like foam and sand but neither. It is the feeling of sleep. The tactile feeling, the texture, of touching the concept of sleep. Like being covered in that dream sand. I've seen things that look like it now, but it never feels like it. There are some nights where I feel it again


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