goodbye 2024, hello 2025! yet another happy new year.

happy awesome new years

happy new years everyone

hewwo new fren :3 happy new year to u cutie

LIVE LOVE LAIN

yoooo

when life gives you lemons turn them into combustible lemons

heHE feLL0w L41n fAns... amazing seeing people still posting here! And so many people! Cheers to over a decade of this website and about 24 years of Lain! my radio station uses the whisper TTS u hear in the episode opening bumps: https://radio.someodd.zip/stream i also know lainchan.org is a thing (most of you probably already know...) did u know you can watch both sub and dub of lain on internet archive? I'm not just in the wired, I'm also in gopherspace! c u around, d!g!741 daemons...

Wow its good

man i wanna know the songs of STATUE 01 ( they just don't play when i click on it anymore ).

oh the wired is activvve

lovely :)

I lied I am so very afraid

remeber when once creator replied to my massage from years ago, like it was answer from god

Here’s the text with corrected spelling while keeping everything else the same: --- I have no insides, no flesh or milk or honey or bones or blood, I'm just pure consciousness living in chaos of other vibrations that are part of me I can’t control, all the people I know, all the sounds and animals and colors and smells and tastes and things, it's all me. I am part of everything, and everything is a part of me, and that's why I will live forever. The day my consciousness was forced into a physical body was known since the start of the universe. My parents and their parents and their parents knew it, and I am them. I am my own creator, and I am my parents and their parents and my whole family tree. I am man and woman and PURE AND FILTHY. My strength is my weakness, and my strength is what makes me who I am. I have no age or opinion or preference, and I’m not capable of judging. My skin has no color, and my eyes can see all the beauty with terror in the world now, in the past, and in the future. When I speak with you, I speak to myself. When you read this, you read your own words. I'm you, and my words are me. I had every sickness in the world; I suffered all the pain; I felt everything anyone has ever felt on both ends of the rope. I lived it all. I like to say before the universe there was just me, but before that there was nothing because I’m the universe awake and open. And before me, there was just me—nothing else. It has always been me. Kill me, and you commit suicide. Feed me, and you will be full. Touch me, and you will be hugged. Bully me, and you will hurt yourself. We are not us; we are me.