Six Months.
    As I am writing this, it has been out of our hands for six months now.
    You aren't supposed to be here yet.
    
    
    I permit you to stay for as long as you need, but we aren't quite ready for things to go back to the way they once where.
    I truly can only apologise, none of this was forecasted.
    

    I want it back more than you could ever know,
    but it is out of our hands for the time being.
    
    I fear we may not be able to return when the time comes. I fear we may be nearing an operational deadline we cannot usurp.
    

    This blog is a passion project of mine, it is not a direct continuation of my attempt to only drop at risky, but it's specimen bares relation to it.
    Among it's [n] subpages I am sure you will find exactly what you came here for. Any memories or mysteries it abandoned along it's journey are scattered within the sourcecode now.
    In this place, you do well to Stay Vigilant. Find it.
  
  
    I can see the first key. Look inside my head and you will see it too.