Wait, you actually visited a garden and read the description? But why? There's nothing of value for you here... unless somehow it's these words you value? If that's the case, I feel compelled to keep writing, but it may be the case that another living soul never sees this text, and I'm writing for naught. But if I give in and write nothing, then those who scour the far reaches of this domcomplex world will have one less bio to read. Anyone steadfast enough to make it this deep into the web must be a truly remarkable person. Or perhaps you're a chronically online spirit with no hope of ever returning to the outside plane you once roamed. It could be that this digital world is a replacement for the real world. But to call it "real" would be blind and foolish. Our world is a mere shadow, dissolving like snow in the face of eternity. But this site cannot be real either, for it is a false world within a false world. The users who connect this place to the outside... I believe they are more real. What else can persist after the works of their hands have long since been discarded? Pixels on a screen and motes of dust suspended in infinitesimally small sunbeams cannot compare to the living ghosts that dwell within. If you ever feel small, you've got things that are truly infinite in you. Endless worlds no one else has ever seen or even dreamed of are stored in your head! And there's an endless supply, replenished by the overpowered human ability of boredom! You're bored right now. You wouldn't be reading this daunting block of text otherwise. It could also be that reading it made you feel that way (I know I'm only writing this for boredom's sake XD). Channel that boredom! Use it to make something cool, something beautiful! I know you've had an idea you've been waiting on for the right moment. This is that moment! Right now! Godspeed! (BTW, thank you for reading my conglomed oration :D)