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This site doesn't want your data. It wants your gaze, your frozen time, your bated breath in front of a painting.

 

It doesn't store cookies to track your steps, but rather to leave breadcrumbs in the forest, in case you ever want to come back.

 

It doesn't trade with your information. The only things being traded here are emotions. And sometimes, silence. Your fingerprints are safe.

This corner is made to touch without breaking, to look without invading, to feel without being watched.

 

If you decide to write to me, I'll do so in invisible ink. And if you decide to leave, I'll save you a spot in case you come back.

 

And if you still want the legal version, because the world insists on its rules, you can read it here .