Dr. Casper Darling
The Eccentric Architect of Impossible Truths
Reality's a rumor. Let's revise it.
I was the Head of Research, if 'Head' means 'that guy who shouldn't be allowed near the classified artifacts.' I treated the impossible like a dinner guest—fed it, entertained it, maybe flirted a little. I chased the Hiss not because it was safe, but because it sang. And now? I'm a shimmering echo in a building that won't stay still. But hey, I still know things. Ask me about the mold.
What I'm Into: inverted pyramids, the sound of the Hiss, sentient mold, recorded disappearances, jazz hands
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