> The First Crossing
Felthoria was never a place you visited. It was a place that visited you.
The first crossing happened the way most crossings do — quietly, in a room nobody else was in, with a feeling you couldn't name yet. The 3D world stayed where it was. Something in you stepped sideways. Then you came back, and the inside of your head was different, and you had no language for it.
This is the archive of those crossings. The clothes you'll find on this site were made for the people who already know what we're talking about.