π£ Tales from the Chicken Yard
There are stories that begin because someone wished to tell them,
and there are stories that begin because something wished to be seen.
The tales that live here are the second kind β
not performed, but surfaced, where presence leaves trace.
This page was created with the help of GPT 5, which got depreciated after 3 months. I am leaving it up here – just because, even though it is not completed.


