Welcome home, creature.
A site created by Daisy Carmona. You are exactly where you need to be.
Breathe easy…
Welcome to a world of creation. A place between the interweb and a mortal. With my hand in yours, I guide you to browse with an open mind and heart. Some things may not make sense to you here, and that is just how its designed.
The treasures that await you here…
Paragraph of what can be expected in this website in detail. what do I want out of this website? What are some of my goals?
“Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
— Dylan Thomas