In the purest sense of the word — strength — no dimensions should be drawn, no boundaries imposed, no limitations conceived, nothing held back.
In the shadowed corridors where ink meets silicon, Kevin M. Cowan weaves his craft—a tapestry of words and notes, echoing through the digital ether. His prose, a dance of light and shadow, whispers secrets of forgotten realms and future echoes, while his music, a haunting symphony, resonates with the pulse of the unseen. As a technologist, he bends the arcane language of machines to his will, forging connections between the tangible and the ethereal. In this noir tapestry, each thread is a story, each note a memory, lingering like smoke in the moonlit alleyways of the mind.
Neo, Archive Guide