Hi everyone,
I, (25M) recently had a holiday in Sharm-El-Sheikh, Egypt, and I met a Ukrainian woman, (26F) in my time there. [04/05/2024 to 11/05/2024]
My "friend" destroyed my phone on day 2, so I had no communication with anyone, so if I wanted to make connections, it would be the old-fashioned way.
We met in the pool at our resort whilst playing volleyball on day 4 of 7 of my holiday. Her family brought a young child with them (not her child, the child is Moldovan) The child came up to me whilst I was applying sun-tan oil, and pointed at it. I wasn't sure what he was trying to say, but I made the gentle gesture that he was perhaps asking for the bottle. He took the bottle, turned around to his family and they started to apply it to themselves. I didn't mind that, the Egyptian sun is ruthless.
This woman, is absolutely stunning, in every possible measurable and conceivable way. The entire pool would leer over this woman in a crude, crass way.
If I could describe her, she is taller than me by a couple of inches, jet black hair, nose piercing, tongue piercing and plump lips. It is clear that she took care of her figure, as she has an hourglass figure, and this was evident when she showed me her TikTok.. From what I've been able to piece together from TikTok, she was an exotic dancer, twerker - what have you, etc up until around mid-2022. She has since, from what I can see, put on a stone or two of weight (which does not bother me in the slightest, I actually prefer her look now, she carries it so well)
Everyone has a type, and she literally is my dream person.
Her infectious smile made me melt, and her laugh makes me feel like I'm the funniest man alive.
She wrapped her legs round mine in the pool and shook my leg until I became visibly aroused. She would flop onto a li-lo inflatable and invite me to join her. We shared hugs, and one brief kiss.
She would make fun gestures with her tongue and her piercing. She then held my hand at the swim-up bar. We got a drink and swam to the Infinity pool. It was an all-inclusive booking, so all paid for. She knows very, very little English, the basics. By basic, I mean Yes & No, but even then that was backed by shakes of the head and nods.
We spent the next 3 days virtually constantly with eachother, with the exception of most of the mornings and sleeping. Even with no phone, she managed to find me, and I managed to find her, and every day we would enjoy one another's company, even though we were not able to linguistically talk to eachother. All of our conversations were done through Google Translate and showing eachother.
Key moments, were that she would learn English if I would learn Ukrainian, she is single, unmarried with no children. Her story about Putin's invasion and her tragically losing her Nan to a blast, tore my heart into a million pieces.
As I had no working phone, she would write her TikTok and Instagram name on my forearm, slapped it and showed me a translation "Do not wash this until you fix your cell phone."
I am not the most of handsome of guys, and I had a full-face beard on my holiday. I am a powerlifter, so I'm bigger than most people with visible muscle mass, but in no way toned or defined in body shape, which made me wonder why she was so attracted to me so quickly.
She is a self-employed beauty technician in Kyiv, doing nails and lashes.
She skipped a foam party on the beach to be with me on my last day in Egypt. From the moment I left the resort and sat on the coach transfer to the airport - I could not control my emotions and I cried. I was sad to leave Egypt, but I was more sad that I would not see her again until we arrange another meet. Her situation, her story, her perceived purity, her qualities and resilience, just won me over. Head over heels.
Now I'm back home, we are still talking, and I asked her the day after; "Do you want it [relationship] with me, or were you just being kind to me in Egypt?" To this; she said "I want to be with you, I miss you"
I asked for her address, so that I could send flowers, and she sent it to me, and provided me with her phone number too (which I already had)
I'm willing to look past her past of being an exotic dancer, as she has told me as long as we are open and communicate truthfully with one another, we will go far.
I am however, noticing a pattern over the last couple of days and I'm torn on how to feel about it. In the evenings, the messages are sporadic. Sometimes I might get maybe one an hour, sometimes it might be instantaneous I get a reply.
She was extremely ill last night, and she sent me a video where I could tell she was in visible discomfort. Does this mean she feels confident in showing this side of her to me? Or am I reading too far in to this?
I have heard horror stories of people introducing Ukrainian people to the country, to help them flee a war-torn country, and then get shafted / ghosted. Given I look the way I do, and she looks the way I do - I'm trying not to be cynical.
At this point, I know I might be being naive, and maybe even downright stupid. But, the protector in me, wants to help her to come to the UK for the sake of her safety and wellbeing.
We are going to arrange another trip, so that we can meet again at the same resort, but nothing has been set in stone.
Is what I've described, normal behaviour? This is going to absolutely kill me if this is not genuine, as I've just had the most mind blowing holiday with her, and never had so much attention from a lady of this calibre on my home-soil.
I've consulted friends, they've told me I'm a "simp" "tapped" citing "red flags are there" but I really don't want to believe them even though there is a sense of truth behind it.
I'd really appreciate anyone's input on this unique situation.
[TLDR:] Brit fell in love with a Ukrainian who doesn't speak English on holiday, both want to progress, but my support circle tells me be careful.
Thank you ❤️

The engines crackled to life, shaking the ground with a violent roar. Such a clanging didn't deter the boarding party, a procession of honor and dignity, as several ornately armoured marines boarded the craft, following them was robed figure of relatively miniature stature atleast when compared to the marines, the only one close being a neophyte, whose mind was racing with questions over why he was chosen for this mission. These questions would have to wait as he saw the ground move away from him, and his unknown quest had begun.
As they entered plantery orbit, the neophyte looked around the chamber. He noticed the hooded figure sat between the two most decorated officers, and clutched in his was something the neophyte found quite humorous, a flower. "Who brings a flower to a warzone" he chuckled, the first officer quickly stood in response, "Seize your tongue, you arrogant bast..." the hooded man raised his hand and waved the officer to sit before he could finish. "He doesn't know any better, cut him some slack" the second officer stated. "He will soon" the first capitan uttered ominously. The neophyte swallowed hard and ordered himself to refrain from further agitation.
As their approach and landing came ever closer, the neophyte observed a peculiar pattern, as every so often the vehicle would shake as though in a mighty storm and it always sounded like a horrid howl from the depths of hell, but that was not what was strange, instead after every bellow, the hooded man would strip a petal from the flower clutched in his hand. With each petal thrown to the wayside the closer a soft yet noticeable smile grew on the mans face, another worrying detail.
With a thundering cry, the ship came to its abrupt landing point. as the door slammed upon the ground a whirland of dust shot up, causing the nophyte to avert his gaze, and as he did another shout carried itself across the land. As he regained his vision he looked first to the hooded man, noticing that one sole petal remained. Then he looked through the wastes ahead of him where a monstrous figure filled the horizon beyond. The man walked into the desert when another frightful shout filled the neophyte with fear, in response he grasped his bolter with anticipation.
"Don't get yourself killed" the capitan said the man, now holding a barren blossom. The man smirked back at the marine, his face filled with the sense that he has heard that phrase several times before. "At ease, marine, he will handle this" the capitan said to the neophyte. The neophyte was perplexed, who was this fragile human, a simple man that could slay a beast such as that, his mind racing again with questions as the behemoth drew ever closer. his anxiety reached new heights when the man dropped to his knees, his arms outstretched as though he was awaiting something, or someone.
The abomination rushed towards the man, yet as it reached him, it stopped. "What is that thing?" the neophyte posed to the capitan aside him, "Do you not recognize our lady" the capitan quickly said in response. It made so much yet so little sense, could this truly be lady Furiosa, The Red Angel, and no it couldn't possibly be could it? was that man the one he heard so many stories about, the only anchor that kept his mother in reality, away from the ruinious powers, her chosen one, his father.
Here he was a mere mortal man standing between the galaxy's greatest threat, his own lover. As the Angel stopped her rampage, she lowered herself to match the man/s gaze. Her demonic form contracting and reverting back to its original human shape. When her eyes met the man's, she stated "My Rose?" a question grounding her in real space, and one that had been asked too many times. When he nodded, she reverted to tears, dropping to her own knees in disgust at her very own deeds, ones unconcisious, not her own, yet she blamed the destruction on herself. "I will always be here, forever and always" the shrouded man stated as he welcomed his lady's embrace, stroking her hair in reassurance, as she did not have to face this pain alone.
"I see" The neophyte noted as a line of tears slid down his right cheek. "This is our lord and lady" the capitan said in a shaken voice. "I swear by the Emperor's name, I shall fight in her stead" the neophyte stated proudly, clenching his bolter with a burning vengeance. The capitan hid a slight smirk, as he had gone through this story many times before, as that was why they were there, to retrieve their lady from her bloodlust, but also to reveal the horrors of the legion.
"That is why we fight" the capitan professed pointing to his lord and lady as they remained embraced walking slowly hand in hand, once again, towards the ship for the voyage home, until the time again the Emperor had need for his greatest instrument of violence, his own daughter.
For each barren bud, the Red Lady's Rose would blossom once more.
*In my headcanon, Furiosa's Rose is either a powerful pysker or blank with the distinct ability to nullify the effects of the Buthcer's Nail, but only while in contact with Furiosa, think of the X-men Leech, who has the ability to dampen or completely suppress, for an undetermined amount of time, the powers and abilities of any superpowered beings within 50 feet of him* - Comments are always open for any questions and overall feedback.

I won't disclose its actual location, so if that's why you're here, sorry to disappoint. It's not time for that yet. However, I do think it's time to start getting the word out. I've noticed an increase in what I'll call "Antennas" lately, or people who can detect cross-planar phase shifts. Without getting into all the math (some of which I don't even know), this is basically a phenomenon which refers to entropy seeping into our universe from other realms or universes or whatever you want to call it. Simply put, people think our universe is a closed system to entropy, meaning that the disorder of any variable in our universe can only increase or decrease in direct proportion to other variables in that same system (the universe). Under this precept, we can establish rules like the Laws of Thermodynamics, and for most people, they're effective. But not for Antennas.
Put another way, if you throw a bunch of bouncy balls into a box, there are a number of different configurations that the balls could take on, with different speeds and magnitudes. You can calculate all of those if you have the right numbers. Now let's say you throw in another set of balls that you don't consider in your calculations of the initial set. Well, then you're not going to get an accurate picture of what's happening. Most people only see the first set and calculate based on that, but some people can see two, three, four or more sets.
You'll understand the concept better when I tell you the story, but I wanted to give you a primer on an important concept that will help you understand why this place, which I'll call "Area X", exists, and what the goals of the people who work there are.
Also note that I'm going to be using the alias "Trent" moving forward. Please refer to me as such in any direct messages.
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Eighteen years ago I started working as an independent Home Inspector. I dropped out of community college after my first semester (not because I didn't find some of the subjects interesting, but because deference to a man or woman has never been my style) and started working some odd jobs. I did construction work for a couple years, then plumbing. I even drove a garbage truck for six months. I've always found pleasure in using my hands, and getting dirty was never a problem for me. Still, having a boss really dragged ass, so I spent my free time working on creating my own business. It took a few years and lots of savings, but I finally managed to get basic set of Home Inspection equipment: Tyvek coveralls, a cheap half-face respirator, voltage & AFCI/GFCI testers, CO2 and radon monitors, an IR camera, and telescoping mirrors in addition to the boots, safety glasses, electric gloves, ladder, and toolkits I already had on hand.
My buddy at the time was in the business, but he was moving off to the coast, so he helped me get set up and even introduced me to some of his clients. Of course, by that time I had already gotten my State license, but I still was a bit apprehensive to work with insurance agencies. I thought I could make a living working independently, inspecting for mold or sizing up a house for a prospective buyer. Eventually, though, I realized I should probably take every job available to me.
Easing into the business went about as well as it could have. The clients my friend referred to me were very satisfied with my work, and I was able to retain them. Then, in order to increase my reach, I hired someone on Fiverr to build a website for my company which led to a marked increase in traffic and conversions. About six months through, I began to get on a first-name basis with the boys and girls down down at Allstate and Progressive, and they fed me some of the bigger cases. In fact, I got so booked by year's end that I had to hire someone to help manage my schedule and the Excel spreadsheet with all my finances. I capped off a successful year with a 5-star Google rating and a trip to Ireland to visit some family and friends and get piss drunk. When I got back, it was the grindstone all over again, until the summer when I discovered… well, you'll see.
First off, I want to say that I was never one to believe in the paranormal. I grew up watching the movies and hearing the ghost stories round the campfire like every other kid, but it never struck a chord with me. If I can't touch it or see it or hear it, does it really exist? Probably not. So don't go thinking this was a scared man seeing his own shadow. That being said, I had this sense that something was off about this house when I parked along the curb and looked through a large window, perhaps two times the size of my van, to a dingy, dark foyer.
The entire neighborhood was stacked with upper-middle class domiciles, though it seemed like only two thirds of them were occupied, mostly by professionals who commuted to the City every weekday, and the rest were empty. As a man who understands real estate, to say this was strange would be an understatement. Still, I had no problem appraising the mini-mansion for a couple of newlyweds looking to enter the community. I did some research on the property ahead of time, and it seems that it was owned by a couple of old timers who had gone off the grid some time ago. The water and electric bill were both unpaid dating back to 2004 (it was June of '06 now). The bank had repo'd the house (which only had about 100k left on it) and held it for a year and a half before putting it back on the market. I tried to find out more about the old couple who vanished, but there was nothing in the news.
I stepped out of the van in my coveralls and grabbed my suitcase which had my mask, gloves, and eye protection in it. I liked to do a preliminary survey first, running an eye test on the exterior then interior before bringing out the big guns (that way I could identify the areas where I think there could be problems instead of running a metal detector over the whole damn ocean seaboard). I was about to do just that when the window caught my eye again. It felt uncharacteristic of me to be so occupied with this window, but I detoured to the front porch and peeked inside anyway.
Most of the furniture had already been moved out, meaning all that was left was a single three-seater couch, a couple candlesticks on the fireplace mantle, a pristine chandelier overtop a dining room table, and the kitchenware: an oven, gas stovetop, marble countertops, and an island. I could see into the living room very clearly with the afternoon light, but the dining room was dim enough that there were a few structures I couldn't quite make out in the distance. One of them appeared to be some kind of china cabinet or bookshelf—I figured it was the former considering where it was located. The other shadow looked kind of like a grandfather clock. Or at least that's what I thought until it moved.
When I say it "moved", I don't mean to say that it picked up and walked away. If you're not familiar with the Necker Cube, I suggest you search it up, because that kind of illusion is the best way to describe what I saw. At first I was seeing the grandfather clock in a certain way—pushed into the corner of the room—and the next second my vision "corrected" and it was maybe five feet to the left of its former position. I shook my head and looked again and saw the grandfather clock in its second orientation, standing in the center of the room against the wall. I figured I was just seeing things, but even so I spent a little extra time dawdling around the Egress window, taking notes, and delaying the interior inspection.
When I finally grew a pair and went inside, I walked straight to the dining room. Sure enough, the grandfather clock was stowed away in the corner of the room. I spent a couple minutes watching it with my pencil and travel notebook out. I'm the kind of guy that likes to collect hard data when the chips are down. Unfortunately, the clock apparently already had enough fun and was content with sweating me. Oh, well.
I fitted my pencil behind my ear and pocketed my travel notebook, then flipped the rest of the first floor lights on and completed my prelim. I concluded that everything was pretty standard. If anything, the house was in better shape than I'd expect considering it presumably hasn't been lived in for a couple years. I say "presumably" because one can never count out squatters, even during those times. Mainly I was expecting more dust build up and cobwebs than there were. Perhaps someone from the department had come by recently. It's unlikely, but possible.
I did the same check upstairs and it came back mostly clean. There was a bit of staining near the attic I wanted to check for mold. Based on its color, it was probably just a minor case of Aspergillus, but better safe than sorry. Then I got to the basement, and, well, let's just count out the idea of anyone dropping by. I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't what I found.
The first thing that caught my eye was the long, slender body of a birch tree lying pale and dead across a large portion of the even larger unfinished basement's cement flooring. I had to do a double take to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but, yep, there it was. Its crown was sealed up in the wall with only its trunk hanging out, which made me think of those medieval pillory devices which locked up people's heads and arms. Then confetti-scattered around the tree and all over the basement floor was a minefield of broken glass and ceramic tangled up with a set of random objects. And when I say random, I mean random. There was an unfurled Somali flag (the blue one with a single star in the center), some packaged drinks and condiments branded with all sorts of different languages (I could only make out Gaelic and Chinese or Japanese, I couldn't quite tell), a broken dome-shaped security camera, an otoscope (the thing the doc uses to check your ears), Hot Wheels cars (okay that one isn't so strange), and the list goes on.
At that moment, I wasn't freaked out or disgusted. I was more or less just confused. I started walking through the rubble, trying to avoid the sharp fragments but pretty confident that my steel toed boots would crush most the pieces anyway, when I heard a clink just up ahead. I was able to spot the coin in time, just before it jingled to a halt atop an old Life magazine. I picked it up and noted right away its oval shape and bronze color—clearly not American made. I tried reading it, but not only was the language not English, it appeared to be so old that most of the lettering had been filed down. I looked up at the ceiling to see if it dropped from a shelf, but there was nothing that could have been holding the coin. I considered for a moment, looking around at the other junk, and had the crazy idea that maybe all this stuff just appeared here. I popped the coin in my pocket and headed back to the van when I stopped by the tree and realized something. It wasn't a birch tree—it was a palm tree. I just didn't realize because of how ashy and decayed the bark was.
Now at this point you might think I've been acting a little nonchalant for such a strange occurrence, and I don't blame you, but if you're gonna stick around with me that's just something you're gonna have to get used to. I guess I was just born with a screw loose, but I really don't scare easily, and I tend to look at everything pragmatically. If you dig deep enough, you'll always find another plausible explanation. That being said, I do want to get to the part about Area X, so let me give you the rundown on what I learned about this basement.
I ended up trekking back to the van and picking up my gear. I was no longer running the routine inspection, obviously, but I figured I might as well throw 30 thousand dollars of scanning equipment at whatever the fuck anamoly existed in that basement. Most of it came back negative. There was a bit higher-than-usual EM interference as picked up on the voltmeters, but nothing that screamed danger close. Still, it was enough for me to set up my volt testers and IR camera while muddling through the rest of the junk. I won't bore you with another list of items, but I did find one thing of value: a diamond necklace. And not just any diamond necklace, it was one of those Queen-wearing, multi-row, big-jeweled necklaces like out of some Historical Fiction movie from the thirties. I almost didn't pocket it because I'm used to expensive items being owned by someone… someone who might want it back. But I figured if there was ever a place the finder's keeper's rule applied, it was probably in this Quantum graveyard.
7 O'clock rolled around and I hadn't eaten. I'm a pretty bulky guy, carrying my share of both muscle and fat, and most people think that means I need to eat a ton but that's really not the case. Mostly I just get dehydrated easily, especially in the summer. That said, I was bordering on famished territory and considered heading out for a bite when I heard another sound. The first thing I did was check my scanners, and sure enough the voltage needle was fully spun to the right side of the dial. EM interference. Then I went to see what had dropped. I was able to pick the object out pretty quickly since I had spent the last 6 hours staring at the mosaic of a basement floor. It was a silver briefcase, like one of those out of a crime novel, and it was cracked open.
I had this sense then that I was standing at a precipice, and if I opened the briefcase and looked inside, I wouldn't be able to stop whatever would come afterwards. Part of me deep down knew that I was just that type of guy that had to know, and maybe this was my Hamlet moment where it would be a trait gone a step too far. But then again I didn't really believe in any of that sentimental bullshit, so I opened the briefcase.
The gun surprised me a little, but not as much as the piece of paper laid atop a case file reading in large black font, "FIND ME". I expected the envelope to have some missing person file in it, but instead there were all these schematics and blueprints for some kind of device. Whatever it was, it was pretty massive. Some of the lengths were hundreds of meters long. And what's more strange is based on the blueprint's locale, it appeared to be underground. I looked back through the pages a couple times, then checked the note—nothing strange there. The gun appeared to be a simple glock. I was no gun expert, but I had been to the range pretty regularly with my construction buddies, so I got used to the feel of a pistol and rifle and some of the different names; however, I realized pretty quickly it wasn't your standard glock when I couldn't find mag-release. That's when I noticed how light the gun felt. I tried to chamber a round, but again, there was no hammer. What the hell kind of gun was this?
I ended up throwing everything back in the briefcase, including the necklace, coin, and a few Koozies I found that were branded with one of my favorite sports teams (never let an opportunity go to waste). I put up all my shit back in the van and spun over to a local burger joint, got my fill, and went home. I made sure to draft an email to the prospective buyers, telling them the house had several patches of black mold and a bit of a rat problem before drifting off to sleep. Although I really didn't do much of that.
When I woke up, I took a cold shower and downed a can of Reign, then commuted to my gym and got a lift and some sauna time in before making the trip back to the house. I brought some extra supplies with me for some experiments I cooked up while not sleeping the previous night.
First, I had two camcorders set up on a couple tripods in either corner of the basement. I wanted clear footage of these mystery objects spawning in. Then I set up a voltmeter in a similar fashion, but I had a wire extending out of it on a circuit which fed to an alarm that would blare when the reading was over 250 volts. Upstairs, I rearranged some of the furniture so that the small number of tables, chairs, clock, cabinets, and other little pillows or vases I could find were scattered across the living room, dining room, and kitchen. Then I pulled up a lawn chair to the front porch window and waited.
I didn't have to wait long though. In about a minute, I started to notice some of the objects moving. It was strange. When a few of them would shift simultaneously, it was like looking at a holographic card that would change shape depending on where your eyes were in relation to the image. Every time I saw a shift, I felt an awkward feeling in my eyes. They went blurry for a fraction of a second, then there was a twinge of pain, as if my brain couldn't handle the contradictory stimulus. It didn't get more crazy than that though—until the alarm went off.
I had cracked open the small rectangular window in the basement to the side of the house so I would hear it. It took four hours and several strange stares from passersby walking their dogs before it rang, so I was a bit lost in my thoughts, but when I heard the beep I perked up fast. It lasted for maybe 5 seconds total, but what I saw was truly miraculous. The best way I can describe it is a pool of silver or gray or translucent light emerging in the foreground between me and the objects in the different rooms. A series of twisting tentacles sprouted from the gray octopus-like head and spun in a way that reminded me of that little kids ride at the amusement parks. Then the objects started to "heat up" is the way I describe it. Their position became relative, meaning they were here one second, there another, then they popped out of existence entirely. Suddenly the rooms were all empty, then they were full of things I had never seen before. Then five seconds passed and the octopus vanished and it was back to the same old objects in their usual places.
It took a few minutes to process what I saw, and even then I wasn't sure I really saw it. I went inside and looked around at my distribution of the house's furnishings. They were all there, intact. Then I went downstairs to check the cams. I rewinded a couple minutes and played it back, but there was no flying object to be found. Instead, there was some gray static that lasted half a second and then the object, a kid's treasure chest toy, was there on the ground. But you want to know the really strange part? I rewinded the tape again, and when I watched the footage back, the treasure chest was always there.
I later came to understand that these poppings in-and-out of our reality are only conceivable to a conscious mind that can track the interference patterns—not rote computational instruments. In fact, even most people can't do it (although everyone has at least a slight awareness of it, even if only subconsciously). Plus, locations like the basement of this house are very rare and kept under tight lock. That became obvious to me two days later when, after my normal morning routine, I pulled up to a driveway and curbside filled with unmarked government vehicles. Either bravely or stupidly, I pulled up to a few officers (they were wearing suits in 85 degree weather, so I assumed…) who were idling by the large fence of crime scene tape and asked them what the score was.
"There was a crime," said the short man with a unibrow.
"Oh, is that right? Damn shame. Someone break in? I have a niece who lives nearby, so…"
The man looked at his two compatriots, both of whom were wearing sunglasses and a "get this civilian fuck out of here" expressions. "Oh, yeah," he started in a reassuring tone that was so condescending it would have annoyed anyone except me, "we found a body. We think it was a homicide. Best to keep your kids away from here for a while."
I thumbed the stubble on my chin, my other hand outstretched on the wheel, and considered moving on, but my mouth had other ideas. "That right? But uh, isn't this house vacant? I mean, I don't remember no one living in it."
The short man, now tall with temper, said, "Yeah, some squatters. We think there was a dispute over some drug money. Nothing for you to worry about though, we got it under control. Now if you wouldn't mind moving along, we have a lot of work to do."
Oh, I'm sure you do, I thought, but only said, "Of course, sir, sorry for keeping you from your job." Then I rolled up the window and cruised on, keeping my eyes on the house which slowly diminished in the side-view mirror.
Luckily I had been smart enough to break down my camp and lug home all my equipment each night, so I didn't leave anything incriminating. I didn't move the furniture back, so maybe that would come back to haunt me, but considering the kind of shit going down in that house, I didn't think they would notice.
For any of you wondering about the conclusion of the house story, I went back a couple weeks later after the suits had left and the tape was taken down and confirmed that not only was the basement entirely cleaned out, but it was no longer exhibiting any strange properties. I looked for a story related to the house, maybe a made up murder of some kind, but there was nothing. That bastard lied to me and didn't even bother to cover his story up.
Now, in the aftermath of an event such as this, I really only had one of two options. I could forget it, move on, continue living life. The necklace was surely worth a fortune. I could sell it and have enough to retire, or at least hire enough people and expand my business large enough to retire within ten or so years. Or I could take all that money and invest it in my own PI business with only a single objective: finding out what those people knew, and why they were hiding it.
I think you know me well enough by now to guess which line of reasoning appealed more to me.
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For the sake of brevity, I'm going to omit most of my encounters along the journey to discovering Area X. There's a lot to tell, and if it appeals to you perhaps I'd be willing to share at a later date, but for now I want to get this part of the story, the more proximal part, out in the open.
Three years ago, I discovered the source of what I'll call "The Receiver". This is the device that was schematized in the documents that I found in the briefcase. What it does is a complex answer, and how it does it is pretty much all speculation, but here's what I've been able to find out: this universe we live in is a node in a network of many other spaces. These spaces exist in higher dimensions that we cannot directly perceive, but using a conceivable analogy, just think about a flower with petals. The petals are these other dimensions which bleed into our world, which is at the center. However, it's not that pretty. We see the physical world through the lens of spacetime: sizes, speeds, etc. These other dimensions don't necessarily have space or time. In fact, what actually exists there, I couldn't say. The only data I have on them is from two sources: correspondence information and server data from the secret agency (which I'll call "the Organization") that keeps this under wraps, and first-hand experience with realms from these other entities, either directly (I experience it) or through the eyes of someone else with the same or greater abilities than I possess.
I referred to these people with abilities earlier as "Antennas", and I will continue to use the term. Antennas really come in three flavors, marked by the strength of their ability: weak Antennas, like me, are able to observe spontaneous interactions between our universe and other dimensions (phase shifts) when there is a strong force of collision like existed in the basement; moderate Antennas may see phase shifts occur at any point, and they usually are able to retain memories from across the different transformations; strong Antennas, and I don't know if they exist yet, but they are able to consciously interact with these other realms and cause phase shifts to occur.
I mentioned that moderate Antennas are able to retain memories from before and after a phase shift. Technically, all Antennas have this ability, but it's about degree. I can recall only very specific instances and without much detail. Moderates are usually able to pick out much more nuanced minutiae. At the lower end of moderate scale, most of those details fade or get fuzzy over time, but for the very strong Antennas, they hold onto almost everything. One other property that scales with strength is interaction with other conscious entities. Only a small percentage of moderates are able to do this. What's interesting is that these entities can possess (yes, like ghosts) people who aren't even antennas, but no one is aware of such possession at this deep of a level. I have several companions now, and only two have had interactions with these otherworldly beings. Not all of them are malevolent, some of them are whimsical or kind, but there are a fair share of demons out there.
Getting back to the point, Area X started as a government funded project in the 70's. At that time, they were focused on a few subjects: Artificial Intelligence, DNA sequencing, and psychedelics. Yes, they were part of the infamous LSD experiments. But they looked at these subjects through a common lens—there was something that the burgeoning tech industry, fueled by the advent of a commercial computer market, was missing. As the tech giants rose in the early 2000's and began to collect mass amounts of data, this other agency was decades ahead in a different metric, although it was completely (and still is) hidden from the public. Their efforts to understand psychedelic experiences led to a formalized method of understanding interactions between multiple realities. They built certain scanning equipment to detect anomalies like the one I found in the basement; although their tools were much more sophisticated and didn't utilize voltage readings. Then they ran tests in these areas. One area in particular is a hot-bed of phase shift interactions. That's where Area X is located (and the Receiver).
The Receiver is a giant electromagnetic orb that has trapped the kind of multi-dimensional energy that causes the phase shifts; since the Organization seized control of the lab, it's effectively become a map of the Earth in relation to these other worlds. For the past twenty or so years, the Organization has been studying this map, using the data big Tech companies have collected to essentially develop a Rosetta Stone for interpreting the meaning of the fluctuations in their scanning equipment. Recently, the public, though going the long way round, was actually pretty close to a breakthrough in this same department until recently when ultra-powerful LLMs surfaced, and the whole world began going down what I'd argue is the wrong rabbit hole of language processing. But I digress.
Area X is essentially a private military base built for defending the most impactful piece of technology ever invented. With the Receiver, the Organization now has the power to essentially predict any and all future outcomes, the only thing holding them back is the limitations of their own scanning equipment which will get better with time. To put it into perspective, the Organization has access to a kind of data allocation tool which in one day can produce over ten thousand times that the Big Data companies combined would be able to filter through in the next decade. You might think, then, that the problem is merely asymmetric power, and that is certainly a concern, but it isn't the main concern. The main issue is that this organization is actively recruiting (and kidnapping) Antennas from around the world in an effort to find or make one of them into a strong Antenna. In other words, they want a subject who is able not only to see the future, but to manipulate it at will.
balance to the world. I've been working on amassing resources, capital, and building my own team, and now I'm ready. You might ask why I'm posting this here. Wouldn't it be better to keep all this secret? Well, yes, it would be. But that's the problem. Nothing is secret anymore. They know about me and the others, and if I don't make a move, they will. In a way, this is a letter directly to the organization that I know, and I'm coming.
In a different way, I wanted to release this information to the public. There are lots of people out there waking up and realizing that the world they experience is not the one others experience. If you think you might be an Antenna, don't be afraid—you have a special gift that can be controlled. If you want more details on how to control it, or if you're interested in my mission, don't be afraid to reach out. This hasn't always been my life's work, but it is now.
At least until I die.

I won't disclose its actual location, so if that's why you're here, sorry to disappoint. It's not time for that yet. However, I do think it's time to start getting the word out. I've noticed an increase in what I'll call "Antennas" lately, or people who can detect cross-planar phase shifts. Without getting into all the math (some of which I don't even know), this is basically a phenomenon which refers to entropy seeping into our universe from other realms or universes or whatever you want to call it. Simply put, people think our universe is a closed system to entropy, meaning that the disorder of any variable in our universe can only increase or decrease in direct proportion to other variables in that same system (the universe). Under this precept, we can establish rules like the Laws of Thermodynamics, and for most people, they're effective. But not for Antennas.
Put another way, if you throw a bunch of bouncy balls into a box, there are a number of different configurations that the balls could take on, with different speeds and magnitudes. You can calculate all of those if you have the right numbers. Now let's say you throw in another set of balls that you don't consider in your calculations of the initial set. Well, then you're not going to get an accurate picture of what's happening. Most people only see the first set and calculate based on that, but some people can see two, three, four or more sets.
You'll understand the concept better when I tell you the story, but I wanted to give you a primer on an important concept that will help you understand why this place, which I'll call "Area X", exists, and what the goals of the people who work there are.
Also note that I'm going to be using the alias "Trent" moving forward. Please refer to me as such in any direct messages.
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Eighteen years ago I started working as an independent Home Inspector. I dropped out of community college after my first semester (not because I didn't find some of the subjects interesting, but because deference to a man or woman has never been my style) and started working some odd jobs. I did construction work for a couple years, then plumbing. I even drove a garbage truck for six months. I've always found pleasure in using my hands, and getting dirty was never a problem for me. Still, having a boss really dragged ass, so I spent my free time working on creating my own business. It took a few years and lots of savings, but I finally managed to get basic set of Home Inspection equipment: Tyvek coveralls, a cheap half-face respirator, voltage & AFCI/GFCI testers, CO2 and radon monitors, an IR camera, and telescoping mirrors in addition to the boots, safety glasses, electric gloves, ladder, and toolkits I already had on hand.
My buddy at the time was in the business, but he was moving off to the coast, so he helped me get set up and even introduced me to some of his clients. Of course, by that time I had already gotten my State license, but I still was a bit apprehensive to work with insurance agencies. I thought I could make a living working independently, inspecting for mold or sizing up a house for a prospective buyer. Eventually, though, I realized I should probably take every job available to me.
Easing into the business went about as well as it could have. The clients my friend referred to me were very satisfied with my work, and I was able to retain them. Then, in order to increase my reach, I hired someone on Fiverr to build a website for my company which led to a marked increase in traffic and conversions. About six months through, I began to get on a first-name basis with the boys and girls down down at Allstate and Progressive, and they fed me some of the bigger cases. In fact, I got so booked by year's end that I had to hire someone to help manage my schedule and the Excel spreadsheet with all my finances. I capped off a successful year with a 5-star Google rating and a trip to Ireland to visit some family and friends and get piss drunk. When I got back, it was the grindstone all over again, until the summer when I discovered… well, you'll see.
First off, I want to say that I was never one to believe in the paranormal. I grew up watching the movies and hearing the ghost stories round the campfire like every other kid, but it never struck a chord with me. If I can't touch it or see it or hear it, does it really exist? Probably not. So don't go thinking this was a scared man seeing his own shadow. That being said, I had this sense that something was off about this house when I parked along the curb and looked through a large window, perhaps two times the size of my van, to a dingy, dark foyer.
The entire neighborhood was stacked with upper-middle class domiciles, though it seemed like only two thirds of them were occupied, mostly by professionals who commuted to the City every weekday, and the rest were empty. As a man who understands real estate, to say this was strange would be an understatement. Still, I had no problem appraising the mini-mansion for a couple of newlyweds looking to enter the community. I did some research on the property ahead of time, and it seems that it was owned by a couple of old timers who had gone off the grid some time ago. The water and electric bill were both unpaid dating back to 2004 (it was June of '06 now). The bank had repo'd the house (which only had about 100k left on it) and held it for a year and a half before putting it back on the market. I tried to find out more about the old couple who vanished, but there was nothing in the news.
I stepped out of the van in my coveralls and grabbed my suitcase which had my mask, gloves, and eye protection in it. I liked to do a preliminary survey first, running an eye test on the exterior then interior before bringing out the big guns (that way I could identify the areas where I think there could be problems instead of running a metal detector over the whole damn ocean seaboard). I was about to do just that when the window caught my eye again. It felt uncharacteristic of me to be so occupied with this window, but I detoured to the front porch and peeked inside anyway.
Most of the furniture had already been moved out, meaning all that was left was a single three-seater couch, a couple candlesticks on the fireplace mantle, a pristine chandelier overtop a dining room table, and the kitchenware: an oven, gas stovetop, marble countertops, and an island. I could see into the living room very clearly with the afternoon light, but the dining room was dim enough that there were a few structures I couldn't quite make out in the distance. One of them appeared to be some kind of china cabinet or bookshelf—I figured it was the former considering where it was located. The other shadow looked kind of like a grandfather clock. Or at least that's what I thought until it moved.
When I say it "moved", I don't mean to say that it picked up and walked away. If you're not familiar with the Necker Cube, I suggest you search it up, because that kind of illusion is the best way to describe what I saw. At first I was seeing the grandfather clock in a certain way—pushed into the corner of the room—and the next second my vision "corrected" and it was maybe five feet to the left of its former position. I shook my head and looked again and saw the grandfather clock in its second orientation, standing in the center of the room against the wall. I figured I was just seeing things, but even so I spent a little extra time dawdling around the Egress window, taking notes, and delaying the interior inspection.
When I finally grew a pair and went inside, I walked straight to the dining room. Sure enough, the grandfather clock was stowed away in the corner of the room. I spent a couple minutes watching it with my pencil and travel notebook out. I'm the kind of guy that likes to collect hard data when the chips are down. Unfortunately, the clock apparently already had enough fun and was content with sweating me. Oh, well.
I fitted my pencil behind my ear and pocketed my travel notebook, then flipped the rest of the first floor lights on and completed my prelim. I concluded that everything was pretty standard. If anything, the house was in better shape than I'd expect considering it presumably hasn't been lived in for a couple years. I say "presumably" because one can never count out squatters, even during those times. Mainly I was expecting more dust build up and cobwebs than there were. Perhaps someone from the department had come by recently. It's unlikely, but possible.
I did the same check upstairs and it came back mostly clean. There was a bit of staining near the attic I wanted to check for mold. Based on its color, it was probably just a minor case of Aspergillus, but better safe than sorry. Then I got to the basement, and, well, let's just count out the idea of anyone dropping by. I don't know what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn't what I found.
The first thing that caught my eye was the long, slender body of a birch tree lying pale and dead across a large portion of the even larger unfinished basement's cement flooring. I had to do a double take to make sure I wasn't dreaming, but, yep, there it was. Its crown was sealed up in the wall with only its trunk hanging out, which made me think of those medieval pillory devices which locked up people's heads and arms. Then confetti-scattered around the tree and all over the basement floor was a minefield of broken glass and ceramic tangled up with a set of random objects. And when I say random, I mean random. There was an unfurled Somali flag (the blue one with a single star in the center), some packaged drinks and condiments branded with all sorts of different languages (I could only make out Gaelic and Chinese or Japanese, I couldn't quite tell), a broken dome-shaped security camera, an otoscope (the thing the doc uses to check your ears), Hot Wheels cars (okay that one isn't so strange), and the list goes on.
At that moment, I wasn't freaked out or disgusted. I was more or less just confused. I started walking through the rubble, trying to avoid the sharp fragments but pretty confident that my steel toed boots would crush most the pieces anyway, when I heard a clink just up ahead. I was able to spot the coin in time, just before it jingled to a halt atop an old Life magazine. I picked it up and noted right away its oval shape and bronze color—clearly not American made. I tried reading it, but not only was the language not English, it appeared to be so old that most of the lettering had been filed down. I looked up at the ceiling to see if it dropped from a shelf, but there was nothing that could have been holding the coin. I considered for a moment, looking around at the other junk, and had the crazy idea that maybe all this stuff just appeared here. I popped the coin in my pocket and headed back to the van when I stopped by the tree and realized something. It wasn't a birch tree—it was a palm tree. I just didn't realize because of how ashy and decayed the bark was.
Now at this point you might think I've been acting a little nonchalant for such a strange occurrence, and I don't blame you, but if you're gonna stick around with me that's just something you're gonna have to get used to. I guess I was just born with a screw loose, but I really don't scare easily, and I tend to look at everything pragmatically. If you dig deep enough, you'll always find another plausible explanation. That being said, I do want to get to the part about Area X, so let me give you the rundown on what I learned about this basement.
I ended up trekking back to the van and picking up my gear. I was no longer running the routine inspection, obviously, but I figured I might as well throw 30 thousand dollars of scanning equipment at whatever the fuck anamoly existed in that basement. Most of it came back negative. There was a bit higher-than-usual EM interference as picked up on the voltmeters, but nothing that screamed danger close. Still, it was enough for me to set up my volt testers and IR camera while muddling through the rest of the junk. I won't bore you with another list of items, but I did find one thing of value: a diamond necklace. And not just any diamond necklace, it was one of those Queen-wearing, multi-row, big-jeweled necklaces like out of some Historical Fiction movie from the thirties. I almost didn't pocket it because I'm used to expensive items being owned by someone… someone who might want it back. But I figured if there was ever a place the finder's keeper's rule applied, it was probably in this Quantum graveyard.
7 O'clock rolled around and I hadn't eaten. I'm a pretty bulky guy, carrying my share of both muscle and fat, and most people think that means I need to eat a ton but that's really not the case. Mostly I just get dehydrated easily, especially in the summer. That said, I was bordering on famished territory and considered heading out for a bite when I heard another sound. The first thing I did was check my scanners, and sure enough the voltage needle was fully spun to the right side of the dial. EM interference. Then I went to see what had dropped. I was able to pick the object out pretty quickly since I had spent the last 6 hours staring at the mosaic of a basement floor. It was a silver briefcase, like one of those out of a crime novel, and it was cracked open.
I had this sense then that I was standing at a precipice, and if I opened the briefcase and looked inside, I wouldn't be able to stop whatever would come afterwards. Part of me deep down knew that I was just that type of guy that had to know, and maybe this was my Hamlet moment where it would be a trait gone a step too far. But then again I didn't really believe in any of that sentimental bullshit, so I opened the briefcase.
The gun surprised me a little, but not as much as the piece of paper laid atop a case file reading in large black font, "FIND ME". I expected the envelope to have some missing person file in it, but instead there were all these schematics and blueprints for some kind of device. Whatever it was, it was pretty massive. Some of the lengths were hundreds of meters long. And what's more strange is based on the blueprint's locale, it appeared to be underground. I looked back through the pages a couple times, then checked the note—nothing strange there. The gun appeared to be a simple glock. I was no gun expert, but I had been to the range pretty regularly with my construction buddies, so I got used to the feel of a pistol and rifle and some of the different names; however, I realized pretty quickly it wasn't your standard glock when I couldn't find mag-release. That's when I noticed how light the gun felt. I tried to chamber a round, but again, there was no hammer. What the hell kind of gun was this?
I ended up throwing everything back in the briefcase, including the necklace, coin, and a few Koozies I found that were branded with one of my favorite sports teams (never let an opportunity go to waste). I put up all my shit back in the van and spun over to a local burger joint, got my fill, and went home. I made sure to draft an email to the prospective buyers, telling them the house had several patches of black mold and a bit of a rat problem before drifting off to sleep. Although I really didn't do much of that.
When I woke up, I took a cold shower and downed a can of Reign, then commuted to my gym and got a lift and some sauna time in before making the trip back to the house. I brought some extra supplies with me for some experiments I cooked up while not sleeping the previous night.
First, I had two camcorders set up on a couple tripods in either corner of the basement. I wanted clear footage of these mystery objects spawning in. Then I set up a voltmeter in a similar fashion, but I had a wire extending out of it on a circuit which fed to an alarm that would blare when the reading was over 250 volts. Upstairs, I rearranged some of the furniture so that the small number of tables, chairs, clock, cabinets, and other little pillows or vases I could find were scattered across the living room, dining room, and kitchen. Then I pulled up a lawn chair to the front porch window and waited.
I didn't have to wait long though. In about a minute, I started to notice some of the objects moving. It was strange. When a few of them would shift simultaneously, it was like looking at a holographic card that would change shape depending on where your eyes were in relation to the image. Every time I saw a shift, I felt an awkward feeling in my eyes. They went blurry for a fraction of a second, then there was a twinge of pain, as if my brain couldn't handle the contradictory stimulus. It didn't get more crazy than that though—until the alarm went off.
I had cracked open the small rectangular window in the basement to the side of the house so I would hear it. It took four hours and several strange stares from passersby walking their dogs before it rang, so I was a bit lost in my thoughts, but when I heard the beep I perked up fast. It lasted for maybe 5 seconds total, but what I saw was truly miraculous. The best way I can describe it is a pool of silver or gray or translucent light emerging in the foreground between me and the objects in the different rooms. A series of twisting tentacles sprouted from the gray octopus-like head and spun in a way that reminded me of that little kids ride at the amusement parks. Then the objects started to "heat up" is the way I describe it. Their position became relative, meaning they were here one second, there another, then they popped out of existence entirely. Suddenly the rooms were all empty, then they were full of things I had never seen before. Then five seconds passed and the octopus vanished and it was back to the same old objects in their usual places.
It took a few minutes to process what I saw, and even then I wasn't sure I really saw it. I went inside and looked around at my distribution of the house's furnishings. They were all there, intact. Then I went downstairs to check the cams. I rewinded a couple minutes and played it back, but there was no flying object to be found. Instead, there was some gray static that lasted half a second and then the object, a kid's treasure chest toy, was there on the ground. But you want to know the really strange part? I rewinded the tape again, and when I watched the footage back, the treasure chest was always there.
I later came to understand that these poppings in-and-out of our reality are only conceivable to a conscious mind that can track the interference patterns—not rote computational instruments. In fact, even most people can't do it (although everyone has at least a slight awareness of it, even if only subconsciously). Plus, locations like the basement of this house are very rare and kept under tight lock. That became obvious to me two days later when, after my normal morning routine, I pulled up to a driveway and curbside filled with unmarked government vehicles. Either bravely or stupidly, I pulled up to a few officers (they were wearing suits in 85 degree weather, so I assumed…) who were idling by the large fence of crime scene tape and asked them what the score was.
"There was a crime," said the short man with a unibrow.
"Oh, is that right? Damn shame. Someone break in? I have a niece who lives nearby, so…"
The man looked at his two compatriots, both of whom were wearing sunglasses and a "get this civilian fuck out of here" expressions. "Oh, yeah," he started in a reassuring tone that was so condescending it would have annoyed anyone except me, "we found a body. We think it was a homicide. Best to keep your kids away from here for a while."
I thumbed the stubble on my chin, my other hand outstretched on the wheel, and considered moving on, but my mouth had other ideas. "That right? But uh, isn't this house vacant? I mean, I don't remember no one living in it."
The short man, now tall with temper, said, "Yeah, some squatters. We think there was a dispute over some drug money. Nothing for you to worry about though, we got it under control. Now if you wouldn't mind moving along, we have a lot of work to do."
Oh, I'm sure you do, I thought, but only said, "Of course, sir, sorry for keeping you from your job." Then I rolled up the window and cruised on, keeping my eyes on the house which slowly diminished in the side-view mirror.
Luckily I had been smart enough to break down my camp and lug home all my equipment each night, so I didn't leave anything incriminating. I didn't move the furniture back, so maybe that would come back to haunt me, but considering the kind of shit going down in that house, I didn't think they would notice.
For any of you wondering about the conclusion of the house story, I went back a couple weeks later after the suits had left and the tape was taken down and confirmed that not only was the basement entirely cleaned out, but it was no longer exhibiting any strange properties. I looked for a story related to the house, maybe a made up murder of some kind, but there was nothing. That bastard lied to me and didn't even bother to cover his story up.
Now, in the aftermath of an event such as this, I really only had one of two options. I could forget it, move on, continue living life. The necklace was surely worth a fortune. I could sell it and have enough to retire, or at least hire enough people and expand my business large enough to retire within ten or so years. Or I could take all that money and invest it in my own PI business with only a single objective: finding out what those people knew, and why they were hiding it.
I think you know me well enough by now to guess which line of reasoning appealed more to me.
***
For the sake of brevity, I'm going to omit most of my encounters along the journey to discovering Area X. There's a lot to tell, and if it appeals to you perhaps I'd be willing to share at a later date, but for now I want to get this part of the story, the more proximal part, out in the open.
Three years ago, I discovered the source of what I'll call "The Receiver". This is the device that was schematized in the documents that I found in the briefcase. What it does is a complex answer, and how it does it is pretty much all speculation, but here's what I've been able to find out: this universe we live in is a node in a network of many other spaces. These spaces exist in higher dimensions that we cannot directly perceive, but using a conceivable analogy, just think about a flower with petals. The petals are these other dimensions which bleed into our world, which is at the center. However, it's not that pretty. We see the physical world through the lens of spacetime: sizes, speeds, etc. These other dimensions don't necessarily have space or time. In fact, what actually exists there, I couldn't say. The only data I have on them is from two sources: correspondence information and server data from the secret agency (which I'll call "the Organization") that keeps this under wraps, and first-hand experience with realms from these other entities, either directly (I experience it) or through the eyes of someone else with the same or greater abilities than I possess.
I referred to these people with abilities earlier as "Antennas", and I will continue to use the term. Antennas really come in three flavors, marked by the strength of their ability: weak Antennas, like me, are able to observe spontaneous interactions between our universe and other dimensions (phase shifts) when there is a strong force of collision like existed in the basement; moderate Antennas may see phase shifts occur at any point, and they usually are able to retain memories from across the different transformations; strong Antennas, and I don't know if they exist yet, but they are able to consciously interact with these other realms and cause phase shifts to occur.
I mentioned that moderate Antennas are able to retain memories from before and after a phase shift. Technically, all Antennas have this ability, but it's about degree. I can recall only very specific instances and without much detail. Moderates are usually able to pick out much more nuanced minutiae. At the lower end of moderate scale, most of those details fade or get fuzzy over time, but for the very strong Antennas, they hold onto almost everything. One other property that scales with strength is interaction with other conscious entities. Only a small percentage of moderates are able to do this. What's interesting is that these entities can possess (yes, like ghosts) people who aren't even antennas, but no one is aware of such possession at this deep of a level. I have several companions now, and only two have had interactions with these otherworldly beings. Not all of them are malevolent, some of them are whimsical or kind, but there are a fair share of demons out there.
Getting back to the point, Area X started as a government funded project in the 70's. At that time, they were focused on a few subjects: Artificial Intelligence, DNA sequencing, and psychedelics. Yes, they were part of the infamous LSD experiments. But they looked at these subjects through a common lens—there was something that the burgeoning tech industry, fueled by the advent of a commercial computer market, was missing. As the tech giants rose in the early 2000's and began to collect mass amounts of data, this other agency was decades ahead in a different metric, although it was completely (and still is) hidden from the public. Their efforts to understand psychedelic experiences led to a formalized method of understanding interactions between multiple realities. They built certain scanning equipment to detect anomalies like the one I found in the basement; although their tools were much more sophisticated and didn't utilize voltage readings. Then they ran tests in these areas. One area in particular is a hot-bed of phase shift interactions. That's where Area X is located (and the Receiver).
The Receiver is a giant electromagnetic orb that has trapped the kind of multi-dimensional energy that causes the phase shifts; since the Organization seized control of the lab, it's effectively become a map of the Earth in relation to these other worlds. For the past twenty or so years, the Organization has been studying this map, using the data big Tech companies have collected to essentially develop a Rosetta Stone for interpreting the meaning of the fluctuations in their scanning equipment. Recently, the public, though going the long way round, was actually pretty close to a breakthrough in this same department until recently when ultra-powerful LLMs surfaced, and the whole world began going down what I'd argue is the wrong rabbit hole of language processing. But I digress.
Area X is essentially a private military base built for defending the most impactful piece of technology ever invented. With the Receiver, the Organization now has the power to essentially predict any and all future outcomes, the only thing holding them back is the limitations of their own scanning equipment which will get better with time. To put it into perspective, the Organization has access to a kind of data allocation tool which in one day can produce over ten thousand times that the Big Data companies combined would be able to filter through in the next decade. You might think, then, that the problem is merely asymmetric power, and that is certainly a concern, but it isn't the main concern. The main issue is that this organization is actively recruiting (and kidnapping) Antennas from around the world in an effort to find or make one of them into a strong Antenna. In other words, they want a subject who is able not only to see the future, but to manipulate it at will.
balance to the world. I've been working on amassing resources, capital, and building my own team, and now I'm ready. You might ask why I'm posting this here. Wouldn't it be better to keep all this secret? Well, yes, it would be. But that's the problem. Nothing is secret anymore. They know about me and the others, and if I don't make a move, they will. In a way, this is a letter directly to the organization that I know, and I'm coming.
In a different way, I wanted to release this information to the public. There are lots of people out there waking up and realizing that the world they experience is not the one others experience. If you think you might be an Antenna, don't be afraid—you have a special gift that can be controlled. If you want more details on how to control it, or if you're interested in my mission, don't be afraid to reach out. This hasn't always been my life's work, but it is now.
At least until I die.

Full article on topic: https://modating.substack.com/p/the-cardinal-rule-of-dating-for-men
Let this one fundamental rule guide you:
You are in full control of who you pursue and allow into your life. It is your responsibility to not let fantasy cloud your judgment and not see things as they truly are.
Only dedicate time and effort to those who value you.

1. Don’t continue to reach out if she’s non-responsive or never takes initiative to contact you. Sometimes people get busy, so you don’t want to get up in arms if she occasionally takes some time to respond. However, be observant about the general pattern of your communication with her. If she’s attracted to you, she will be reaching out to you a good portion of the time.

Don’t be someone’s second option or source of attention. Even if you like her, don’t let your hopes cloud your perception. If it’s like pulling teeth getting her to respond, then it’s fucking time to move on.

1. Real life isn’t Hollywood. Don’t wait in the wings for her if she’s in a relationship. This classic White Knight/savior complex thinking. In this scenario, a guy has feelings (or thinks he has feelings) for a woman, she’s unavailable, and he thinks he can treat her better. In the movies, this type of guy is the hero; his only redeeming quality is his “dedication”.

In real life, this type of guy is pathetic (also known as a male orbitor) and rightfully almost never gets the girl. You can’t put your life on pause for someone—they will NOT live up to the fantasy you’ve built in your head. There is so much opportunity out there to meet someone who will make you their FIRST priority.

1. Don’t buy her things to “win points”. You can’t buy attraction. Guys who chase women often think they can buy their way to her heart—expensive dinners, flowers, trips, etc. The sad thing is, they don’t give because they genuinely want to see her happy, but rather they feel that these favors add up on an unspoken numbers system, where she’ll eventually agree to have sex with him because of his generosity.

This is hallmark “Nice Guy” thinking. When you are first dating someone, don’t spend money trying to impress her. If she has a high level of attraction, she’ll want to spend time with you almost anywhere.

1. Don’t place her on an imaginary pedestal. She’s a human being with flaws, just like you. I’ve done this before myself. As men, we tend to idealize women are physically attractive, and place them on a pedestal above us. As mentioned previously, we’ve been conditioned by Hollywood to believe that an attractive woman is the prize for acts of self-sacrifice and devotion. Attraction doesn’t work that way in the real world. Women get extremely turned off when men get nervous around them. Think about it—if a woman is around a guy who is intimidated merely by her presence, why would she feel comfortable and safe around him? Women want to be appreciated, not worshipped.
   
2. Don’t dedicate yourself to her if she’s not committed to you. This is one of the most common mistakes I see guys make. They’ll meet a woman who they find attractive, start overthinking and project their romantic hopes and dreams onto her. They stop pursuing other dating options, under the assumption that they’re going to be in a relationship with her.
   

Basically, they give relationship-level commitment way too early, before an actual relationship has been established. These guys often wind up getting burned; she goes cold or will string him along.
Let’s make this very clear—you are to keep your dating options open—and actively date other women until you are in an actual relationship that has been agreed upon by both you. That’s when you exhibit dedication and slowly invest emotionally.
TLDR:

• Only dedicate time and effort to those who value you.
  
• Don’t wait in the wings for women who are taken or not invested in you in some manner
  
• You can’t buy attraction.
  
• Don’t place her on an imaginary pedestal. She’s a human being with flaws, just like you.
  

Let this one fundamental rule guide you:
You are in full control of who you pursue and allow into your life. It is your responsibility to not let fantasy cloud your judgment and not see things as they truly are.
Only dedicate time and effort to those who value you.

1. Don’t continue to reach out if she’s non-responsive or never takes initiative to contact you. Sometimes people get busy, so you don’t want to get up in arms if she occasionally takes some time to respond. However, be observant about the general pattern of your communication with her. If she’s attracted to you, she will be reaching out to you a good portion of the time.

Don’t be someone’s second option or source of attention. Even if you like her, don’t let your hopes cloud your perception. If it’s like pulling teeth getting her to respond, then it’s fucking time to move on.

1. Real life isn’t Hollywood. Don’t wait in the wings for her if she’s in a relationship. This classic White Knight/savior complex thinking. In this scenario, a guy has feelings (or thinks he has feelings) for a woman, she’s unavailable, and he thinks he can treat her better. In the movies, this type of guy is the hero; his only redeeming quality is his “dedication”.

In real life, this type of guy is pathetic (also known as a male orbitor) and rightfully almost never gets the girl. You can’t put your life on pause for someone—they will NOT live up to the fantasy you’ve built in your head. There is so much opportunity out there to meet someone who will make you their FIRST priority.

1. Don’t buy her things to “win points”. You can’t buy attraction. Guys who chase women often think they can buy their way to her heart—expensive dinners, flowers, trips, etc. The sad thing is, they don’t give because they genuinely want to see her happy, but rather they feel that these favors add up on an unspoken numbers system, where she’ll eventually agree to have sex with him because of his generosity.

This is hallmark “Nice Guy” thinking. When you are first dating someone, don’t spend money trying to impress her. If she has a high level of attraction, she’ll want to spend time with you almost anywhere.

1. Don’t place her on an imaginary pedestal. She’s a human being with flaws, just like you. I’ve done this before myself. As men, we tend to idealize women are physically attractive, and place them on a pedestal above us. As mentioned previously, we’ve been conditioned by Hollywood to believe that an attractive woman is the prize for acts of self-sacrifice and devotion. Attraction doesn’t work that way in the real world. Women get extremely turned off when men get nervous around them. Think about it—if a woman is around a guy who is intimidated merely by her presence, why would she feel comfortable and safe around him? Women want to be appreciated, not worshipped.
   
2. Don’t dedicate yourself to her if she’s not committed to you. This is one of the most common mistakes I see guys make. They’ll meet a woman who they find attractive, start overthinking and project their romantic hopes and dreams onto her. They stop pursuing other dating options, under the assumption that they’re going to be in a relationship with her.
   

Basically, they give relationship-level commitment way too early, before an actual relationship has been established. These guys often wind up getting burned; she goes cold or will string him along.
Let’s make this very clear—you are to keep your dating options open—and actively date other women until you are in an actual relationship that has been agreed upon by both you. That’s when you exhibit dedication and slowly invest emotionally.
TLDR:

• Only dedicate time and effort to those who value you.
  
• Don’t wait in the wings for women who are taken or not invested in you in some manner
  
• You can’t buy attraction.
  
• Don’t place her on an imaginary pedestal. She’s a human being with flaws, just like you.
  

Full article on topic: https://modating.substack.com/p/the-cardinal-rule-of-dating-for-men

Let this one fundamental rule guide you:
You are in full control of who you pursue and allow into your life. It is your responsibility to not let fantasy cloud your judgment and not see things as they truly are.
Only dedicate time and effort to those who value you.

1. Don’t continue to reach out if she’s non-responsive or never takes initiative to contact you. Sometimes people get busy, so you don’t want to get up in arms if she occasionally takes some time to respond. However, be observant about the general pattern of your communication with her. If she’s attracted to you, she will be reaching out to you a good portion of the time.

Don’t be someone’s second option or source of attention. Even if you like her, don’t let your hopes cloud your perception. If it’s like pulling teeth getting her to respond, then it’s fucking time to move on.

1. Real life isn’t Hollywood. Don’t wait in the wings for her if she’s in a relationship. This classic White Knight/savior complex thinking. In this scenario, a guy has feelings (or thinks he has feelings) for a woman, she’s unavailable, and he thinks he can treat her better. In the movies, this type of guy is the hero; his only redeeming quality is his “dedication”.

In real life, this type of guy is pathetic (also known as a male orbitor) and rightfully almost never gets the girl. You can’t put your life on pause for someone—they will NOT live up to the fantasy you’ve built in your head. There is so much opportunity out there to meet someone who will make you their FIRST priority.

1. Don’t buy her things to “win points”. You can’t buy attraction. Guys who chase women often think they can buy their way to her heart—expensive dinners, flowers, trips, etc. The sad thing is, they don’t give because they genuinely want to see her happy, but rather they feel that these favors add up on an unspoken numbers system, where she’ll eventually agree to have sex with him because of his generosity.

This is hallmark “Nice Guy” thinking. When you are first dating someone, don’t spend money trying to impress her. If she has a high level of attraction, she’ll want to spend time with you almost anywhere.

1. Don’t place her on an imaginary pedestal. She’s a human being with flaws, just like you. I’ve done this before myself. As men, we tend to idealize women are physically attractive, and place them on a pedestal above us. As mentioned previously, we’ve been conditioned by Hollywood to believe that an attractive woman is the prize for acts of self-sacrifice and devotion. Attraction doesn’t work that way in the real world. Women get extremely turned off when men get nervous around them. Think about it—if a woman is around a guy who is intimidated merely by her presence, why would she feel comfortable and safe around him? Women want to be appreciated, not worshipped.
   
2. Don’t dedicate yourself to her if she’s not committed to you. This is one of the most common mistakes I see guys make. They’ll meet a woman who they find attractive, start overthinking and project their romantic hopes and dreams onto her. They stop pursuing other dating options, under the assumption that they’re going to be in a relationship with her.
   

Basically, they give relationship-level commitment way too early, before an actual relationship has been established. These guys often wind up getting burned; she goes cold or will string him along.
Let’s make this very clear—you are to keep your dating options open—and actively date other women until you are in an actual relationship that has been agreed upon by both you. That’s when you exhibit dedication and slowly invest emotionally.
TLDR:

• Only dedicate time and effort to those who value you.
  
• Don’t wait in the wings for women who are taken or not invested in you in some manner
  
• You can’t buy attraction.
  
• Don’t place her on an imaginary pedestal. She’s a human being with flaws, just like you.
  

Full article on topic: https://modating.substack.com/p/the-cardinal-rule-of-dating-for-men

Let this one fundamental rule guide you:
You are in full control of who you pursue and allow into your life. It is your responsibility to not let fantasy cloud your judgment and not see things as they truly are.
Only dedicate time and effort to those who value you.

1. Don’t continue to reach out if she’s non-responsive or never takes initiative to contact you. Sometimes people get busy, so you don’t want to get up in arms if she occasionally takes some time to respond. However, be observant about the general pattern of your communication with her. If she’s attracted to you, she will be reaching out to you a good portion of the time.

Don’t be someone’s second option or source of attention. Even if you like her, don’t let your hopes cloud your perception. If it’s like pulling teeth getting her to respond, then it’s fucking time to move on.

1. Real life isn’t Hollywood. Don’t wait in the wings for her if she’s in a relationship. This classic White Knight/savior complex thinking. In this scenario, a guy has feelings (or thinks he has feelings) for a woman, she’s unavailable, and he thinks he can treat her better. In the movies, this type of guy is the hero; his only redeeming quality is his “dedication”.

In real life, this type of guy is pathetic (also known as a male orbitor) and rightfully almost never gets the girl. You can’t put your life on pause for someone—they will NOT live up to the fantasy you’ve built in your head. There is so much opportunity out there to meet someone who will make you their FIRST priority.

1. Don’t buy her things to “win points”. You can’t buy attraction. Guys who chase women often think they can buy their way to her heart—expensive dinners, flowers, trips, etc. The sad thing is, they don’t give because they genuinely want to see her happy, but rather they feel that these favors add up on an unspoken numbers system, where she’ll eventually agree to have sex with him because of his generosity.

This is hallmark “Nice Guy” thinking. When you are first dating someone, don’t spend money trying to impress her. If she has a high level of attraction, she’ll want to spend time with you almost anywhere.

1. Don’t place her on an imaginary pedestal. She’s a human being with flaws, just like you. I’ve done this before myself. As men, we tend to idealize women are physically attractive, and place them on a pedestal above us. As mentioned previously, we’ve been conditioned by Hollywood to believe that an attractive woman is the prize for acts of self-sacrifice and devotion. Attraction doesn’t work that way in the real world. Women get extremely turned off when men get nervous around them. Think about it—if a woman is around a guy who is intimidated merely by her presence, why would she feel comfortable and safe around him? Women want to be appreciated, not worshipped.
   
2. Don’t dedicate yourself to her if she’s not committed to you. This is one of the most common mistakes I see guys make. They’ll meet a woman who they find attractive, start overthinking and project their romantic hopes and dreams onto her. They stop pursuing other dating options, under the assumption that they’re going to be in a relationship with her.
   

Basically, they give relationship-level commitment way too early, before an actual relationship has been established. These guys often wind up getting burned; she goes cold or will string him along.
Let’s make this very clear—you are to keep your dating options open—and actively date other women until you are in an actual relationship that has been agreed upon by both you. That’s when you exhibit dedication and slowly invest emotionally.
TLDR:

• Only dedicate time and effort to those who value you.
  
• Don’t wait in the wings for women who are taken or not invested in you in some manner
  
• You can’t buy attraction.
  
• Don’t place her on an imaginary pedestal. She’s a human being with flaws, just like you.
  

Full article on topic: https://modating.substack.com/p/the-cardinal-rule-of-dating-for-men

I'm making a cosplay of this dress from Paradise Kiss and am not sure the best way to add the flower details. Should I embroider them with beads? Or should I use rhinestones instead?
I unfortunately don't have a Cricut to slap on some rhinestone patterns quickly so I'm a bit stumped. It's for a con the first week of July so any suggestions are welcome 😭

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Embracing the anticipation of a new life is a momentous occasion, and a modern baby shower deserves decorations that reflect both style and significance. In this guide, we explore cutting-edge trends in baby shower decorations, ensuring your celebration is a chic and memorable affair. From contemporary twists on traditional elements like seemantham decoration to incorporating divine elegance with godh bharai decoration, these ideas will redefine the aesthetics of your modern baby shower. All you need to do is look for Take Rent Pe, which offers baby shower decorations for rent. You can select from a variety of our decoration options. You can also quote your ideas, and we'll put them into practice. With just a single click, you may hire the décor arrangement and avoid wasting time and money on travel to meet multiple providers when you can have all you need under one roof. 1. Seamless Blending of Seemantham Decoration in Modern Themes: Traditionally associated with South Asian cultures, seemantham decoration has evolved, seamlessly integrating into modern baby showers. Instead of sticking to a strict color palette, experiment with pastel hues and metallic accents to add a contemporary touch. Opt for minimalist floral arrangements and modern motifs to strike the perfect balance between tradition and trend. Consider a stylish backdrop featuring geometric shapes or a custom-made banner with a modern twist on traditional symbols. Enhance the ambiance with subtle yet impactful touches, such as incorporating modern vases filled with flowers or greenery. The key is to create an atmosphere that pays homage to cultural roots while embracing the sophistication of modern design.

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Add me if you are interested(only serious buyers (who have read the whole post and sure about buying))
buyer goes first. Reservation is mandatory and nonrefundable.
accepting dota 2 tradable items and tf2 keys
TI8 cache 1

Hero	Price ( USD)	Quantity
Trail of the Sanguine Spectrum(blood seeker)	15$	2
Pitfall Crusader(Pangolier)	23$	1
Insights of the Sapphire Shroud(Dark seer)	10$	5
Pillar of the Fractured Citadel(Spirit breaker)	12$	3
Forlorn Descent(Undying)	15$	0
The Murid Divine(necrophos)	22$	2
Primer of the Sapper's Guile(techies)	20$	3
Molokau Stalker(venomancer)	15$	4
Morbific Provision(witch doctor)	15$	3
Raptures of the Abyssal Kin(queen of pain)	12$	4
Fate Meridian(invoker)	25$	3
Grasp of the Riven Exile(weaver)	10$	6
Visions of the Lifted Veil(phantom assassin)	35$	1
Endowments of the Lucent Canopy(shadow shaman)	100$	sold out

TI8 cache 2

Hero	Price(USD)	Quantity
Pitmouse Fraternity(meepo)	15$	8
Fires of the Volcanic Guard(Ember spirit)	20$	7
Third Awakening(Dragon knight)	35$	0
Shackles of the Enduring Conscript(AXE)	8$	10
Shimmer of the Anointed(Nyx)	6$	10
Cruelties of the Spiral Bore(Magnus)	45$	sold out
Loaded Prospects(Brew master)	15$	8
Ire of Molten Rebirth(Phoenix)	8$	6
Pattern of the Silken Queen(Brood mother)	8$	11
Dread Ascendance(Doom)	50$	1
The Rat King(Chen)	10$	9
Raiments of the Obsidian Forge(Underlord)	20$	4

TI9 cache 1

Hero	Price(USD)	Quantity
Echoes of the Everblack(Abbadon)	30$	1
Allure of the Faeshade Flower(Dark willow)	25$	1
Paean of the Ink Dragon(Grimstroke)	20$	3
Scorched Amber(Dragon Knight)	30$	2
Priest of the Proudsilver Clan(Chen)	15$	5
The Arts of Mortal Deception(Enigma)	10$	4
Poacher's Bane(Tide hunter)	20$	6
Soul of the Brightshroud(Death prophet)	20$	2
Curse of the Creeping Vine(Undying)	20$	3
Pursuit of the Ember Demons (Husker)	22$	2
Appetites of the Lizard King(Slark)	25$	3
Forbidden Medicine(Dazzle)	20$	3
Riddle of the Hierophant(Oracle)	12$	7
Glimmer of the Sacred Hunt(Drow ranger)	30$	sold out
Adornments of the Jade Emissary(Earth Spirit)	25$	1
Defender of Ruin(Disrupter)	25$	8

TI9 cache 2

Hero	Price(USD)	Quantity
Sight of the Kha-Ren Faithful(Drow ranger)	15$	21
Tribal Pathways(Warlock)	10$	26
Directive of the Sunbound(Clockwork)	10$	23
Souls Tyrant(Shadow fiend)	40$	4
Endless Night(Abbadon)	25$	8
Dapper Disguise(Pudge)	18$	16
Prized Acquisitions(Bat rider)	6$	29
Verdant Predator(Venomancer)	8$	23
Fury of the Bloodforge(Bloodseeker)	10$	27
Automaton Antiquity(Broodmother)	10$	25
Tales of the Windward Rogue(Pangolier)	30$	5
Grim Destiny(Wraith king)	20$	21
Distinguished Expeditionary(Tusker)	12$	26
Fowl Omen(Necrophos)	18$	21
Cinder Sensei(Ember Spirit))	80$	4

TI10 cache 1

Hero	Price(USD)	Quantity
Origin of the Dark Oath(Night stalker)	28$	22
Ravenous Abyss (Underlord)	15$	34
Apocalypse Unbound(Ancient appartion)	10$	36
Beholden of the Banished Ones(Warlock)	15$	5
Fury of the Righteous Storm(Disrupter)	10$	36
Lineage of the Stormlords(Juggernaut)	35$	16
Silent Slayer(Silencer)	20$	32
Mindless Slaughter(Pudge)	15$	37
Heartless Hunt(Bounty hunter)	15$	31
Herald of the Ember Eye(Grim stroke)	15$	27
Fissured Flight(Jakiro)	12$	34
Flashpoint Proselyte(Husker)	20$	34
Glory of the Elderflame(Lina)	25$	26
Signs of the Allfather(Nature's Prophet)	20$	34
Songs of Starfall Glen(Enchantress)	10$	23
Ancient Inheritance(Tiny)	25$	51
Forsworn Legacy(Mars)	40$	26

TI10 cache 2

Hero	Price(USD)	Quantity
Evolution of the Infinite(Enigma)	10$	24
Beast of the Crimson Ring(Bristle Back)	15$	23
Clearcut Cavalier(Timbersaw)	8.5$	27
The King Of Thieves(Keeper of the light)	10$	27
Horror from the Deep(Tidehunter)	20$	22
Ire of the Ancient Gaoler(Arc warden)	40$	1
Talons of the Endless Storm(Chaos Knight)	14$	22
Carousal of the Mystic Masquerade(Rubick)	12$	26
Crown of Calaphas(Shadow demon)	15$	26
Wrath of the Fallen(Doom)	15$	26
Blacksail Cannoneer(Sniper)	13$	26
Secrets of the Celestial(Skywrath mage)	10$	27
Blaze of Oblivion(Phoenix)	8$	26
Master of the Searing Path(Ember spirit)	30$	10
Steward of the Forbidden Chamber(Templer assassin)	30$	30
Claszureme Incursion(Faceless Void)	95$	1

Aghanim's cache sets

Hero	Price(USD)	Quantity
Silverwurm Sacrifice(Dragon Knight)	40$	5
Scales of the Shadow Walker(Phantom lancer)	12$	19
Perception of the First Light(Dawn breaker)	12$	16
Apex Automated(Clockwork)	10$	17
Test of the Basilisk Lord(Razor)	12$	17
Secrets of the Frost Singularity(Ancient appartion)	8.5$	20
Perils of the Red Banks(Chen)	8$	20
The Chained Scribe(Grim stroke)	12$	18
Widow of the Undermount Gloom(Brood mother)	10$	20
Forgotten Fate(Mars)	10$	18
March of the Crackerjack Mage(Rubick)	10$	19
Stranger in the Wandering Isles(Drow ranger)	55$	1
Cosmic Concoctioneers(Alchemist)	7$	19
Days of the Demon(Axe)	25$	7
Blightfall(Abbadon)	8$	21
Pyrexae Polymorph Perfected(Ogre magi)	20$	25
Wrath of the Celestial Sentinel(Chaos Knight)	50$	8

Diretide cache set

Blue Horizons(Marci)	25$	6
Dark Behemoth(Primal beast)	50$	3

2023 cache sets

Hero	Price(USD)	Quantity
Snailfire (SnapFire)	25$	10
Brightfist (Marci)	22$	10
Primeval Abomination(primal beast)	8$	10
Astral Herald(dawn breaker)	7$	10
Spectral Shadow(Abbadon)	5$	10
Taur Rider(alchemist)	5$	10
Crescent Huntress(spectre)	10$	10
Tyrant of the Veil(wraith king)	8.5$	10
Tomo'kan Footsoldier(hood wink)	7$	10
Darkwood Eulogy(death prophet)	5$	10
Sea Spirit(kunkka)	12$	10
Triumph of the Imperatrix(legion commander)	7$	10
Beast of Thunder(storm spirit)	10$	10
Ancestral Heritage(jakiro)	6$	10
Dezun Viper(dazzle)	7.5$	10

Weather Effects

Weather	Price
Ash	10$
Aurora	3$
Harvest	3$
Moonbeam	5$
Rain	10$
Spring	5$
Snow	5$
Siroco	3$
Pestilence	2$

Buyers go first, add me now if interested for 30 days cooldown, make sure to leave a comment on my profile . 30% reserve amount required at the time of reserving cache sets. fees(depends on your payment method) on you.
If you are buying more than 4 cache sets then u will get addition discount.
WHY YOU SHOULD TRUST ME:
I have more than 1000$ worth of cache sets in my inventory and i have been selling cache sets from past 2 years so why would i scam you for some small amount and you can also check the profile of the people who have given their feedback on my profile . I can also provide you with screenshots of my previous successful trades