As twilight fell like a clumsily dropped shawl, I stumbled upon this digital sanctuary. Rumor has it the pixels were painted by the wraiths of lost projects.
I asked the shadows for directions, and they suggested a path less trodden—right through the middle of this HTML page.
Here lays the resting place of my sanity, or what's left of it. Join me as we drift through this pixelated paradise.