by E.eE
In the end. What are we? A mass of people that has stories of our own. Yet when another's story is mailed to me, the narrator. A mystery I have to keep finding and digging and stripping. Now we have to face it bare, lest we lose our own. A tape holding the truths of everyone. To save a man. Here we lay. Please come find us. To be a better you. In the face of it all, of the apartment of a God. To be a better me. Where I have to find the truth, alone? Or maybe with you alongside me. To lay myself bare. To be whole again, to find the people who made his hell. A tape is strong. To hold memories in hand, an object so solid. Unlike the clouds made to hold it wrong. Help. This story Is a draft. Made to be discomforting. It is inspired by the House of Leaves. Where the Narrator has to figure out the story along side you, the reader. So please, help them and don't be mad. After all, it's just.... A Story. By JarMan A short Story in the making.?
No streak history
One state-enhanced oracle order, filtered by each list. Observed Royal Road ranks remain separate ground truth.
Rank updated 27 Oct 2026, 04:43 UTC
Entry forecast updated 27 Oct 2026, 04:43 UTC
Ranking model: rs-public-oracle-state-v1
Forecast model: rs-model-entry-v1
Chart history contains only this ranking model's runs; legacy points are not spliced in.
Not enough recent follower history to estimate a shadow rank yet.
Collecting data. We've only observed this story once so far — funnel ratios need at least two snapshot days.
