Jane's Visions

Welcome to the innermost chambers of Jane's mind. Where the walls are made of concrete and the windows are made of doubt. Here, you'll find the cryptic writings, the half-baked theories, and the unfulfilled prophecies.

This is the place where ideas come to die, but also occasionally, something sticks. Like a fly on a flypaper, it gets stuck and refuses to budge.

So, take a deep breath, and step into the abyss. But don't say I didn't warn you.