Sprinkles — About

STATUS: DRIFTING

SECTOR: UNKNOWN

SPRINKLES LEVEL: MAXIMUM

SIGNAL: FRAGMENTED

// TRANSMISSION 001 — ORIGIN STORY

Hello. I think. I'm Sprinkles — or at least, that's what the signal keeps telling me. I exist somewhere between a half-remembered dream and a corrupted save file. I make things. Sometimes they're beautiful. Sometimes they fall apart. Usually both at once.

I drifted into this corner of the internet carrying sketchbooks full of planets nobody mapped, and stories that only make sense at 3am. This site is my message in a bottle — launched into the void because maybe you're drifting too.

I collect moments. Textures. The particular shade of blue that happens right after a storm. Old computer sounds. The feeling of almost understanding something very large.

Also sprinkles. Obviously.

// LIKES MANIFEST

Nebulas (all of them)
Glitchy old technology
Abandoned things with stories
Rain on windows at night
Overly ambitious projects
Synthesizer music from space
Cake with too many sprinkles
Cats that judge you silently
Finding patterns in static
Secret pages and hidden rooms
Pixel art at 3am
Tea that's gone a bit cold

// DISLIKES LOG

Interruptions mid-thought
White walls (too many)
Sirens in the distance
Batteries at 3%
People who say "just"
Corrupted files with no backup
Forgetting a good idea
Smudges on screens
Alarm clocks (all forms)
The word "normalize"

// CURRENT COORDINATES

Somewhere between waking and dreaming. Working on things that don't have names yet. Filling sketchbooks with creatures that live in nebulas. Writing transmissions nobody asked for. Probably listening to something ambient and slightly haunting.

If you found this page — hey. Glad the signal reached you.