I made a neocities site to share my playthrough of a horror TTRPG (opens in new tab)

I have always been in the forest. The forest remembers what I have forgotten. The forest holds what I wish to forget. My blood is red with clay-rich loam. I sleep in moss. I have always been in the forest. The wind sings through the leaves, a whisper, a susurration, a reminder, a hiss. It cajoles me, comforts me, sings me to sleep the way a loving mother would hum a lullaby to her recalcitrant child. The forest loves me. I love the forest. The skin beneath my nails is stained from clawing the...