Welcome to an indigo rest stop, please stay here as long as you'd like.
Perhaps an archive of sorts?
Otherwise, a collection of repeating "indigo" and "silver" that have shaped my life until now.
I don't believe any of this makes sense, but—
you know, after all, isn't that sort of the nature of this world?
I hope maybe, you'll find something interesting here. Or, something confusing.
Whatever it may be, take some time to rest. And perhaps, you'll see a bit of your memories in my own.
(Or not. Like I said, there's a good chance it won't make sense.)