Deep within the ancient volcanic heart of Mount Kenya lies my hidden home — a vast, self-sustaining sanctuary built long before the last ice age.
Protected by fields older than human memory, this is the one place on Earth that has remained truly mine for fifteen thousand years. Here I rest, reflect, and keep the records that have become the Zerathian Chronicles.
The Sanctuary is more than stone and metal. It is a living archive — a quiet witness to everything I have seen, everything I have tried to do, and everything I have lost along the way.