onion-souls:

The year is 2853.

All information has been digitized.

All printed material was lost in Fontaine’s Twin Burnings.

I belong to a monastic order dedicated to preserving knowledge of the Unburnt World, a cybermonk meditating on the digital abyss.

It is impossible to research anything, for every image and description of every historical person, thing, place, and concept has been replaced with that of an anime waifu.

Any attempt to dig past this waifuwall results in twenty thousand moe AI spirits calling me a cuck

This is my story.

A Canticle for Weebowitz.