Welcome to Immrama, a voyage which has voyaged on. Consider it a ritual shaft of sorts filled with love songs and like votives; you've blundered into a faceless patch of the cyberfields, found a cover of sorts -- this final post, like a message scrawled on a door.
Open that door ... dig down ... read forward from the first archive, or back from the last post.
It's been 1500 years since anyone's even wandered around down here. There's buried gold further down ... and sleeping dragons ... many blue-eyed maids ... strange angels ... crashing shores.
Great is the distance between I and Thou. Read what one voyager found on all the islands between.
P.S. if you are reading this far in the future of this post, know that two blogs followed this one: