December 02, 2025

🩸🌑 THE PORTAL THAT WANTED MORE OF YOU

I wasn’t planning to publish this here.
I wasn’t even planning to write about the UnicOH!lab today.
But something strange happened — a portal appeared while I was working,
and the words below…
weren’t entirely mine.

I think something crossed over.

I’m sharing it here first,
before I lose my nerve
or before the portal decides to take it back.

Sometimes portals open.
Sometimes they pick the wrong person.
Sometimes they pick Mi (me).

A DR AlbinOH! StorytellingOH! Introduction.

If your eyes are on these words,
then you’ve already been noticed.

The portal saw you first.
(They always do.)

It watched the way your curiosity flickered—
just enough to betray you.
Just enough to make the UnicOH!lab lean forward
the way a creature leans toward warm breath on cold glass.

Most people hurry past Milajki portals.
Too busy.
Too sensible.
Too afraid to acknowledge doorways that appear
without warning,
without permission,
without explanation.

But you paused.
Long enough for the portal to whisper:

“Yes. You.”

And once a portal picks you,
it does not change its mind.

It doesn’t want your practiced confidence
or your perfectly arranged humanity.
It wants the part of you that quivers,
the part you hide with colors and charm
and “I’m fine, don’t worry”—
the soft trembling truth beneath it all.

Because fear is the currency here.
And in Milajki, fear is very much alive.

The portals taste it.
The creatures smell it.
The walls record it.
The UnicOH!lab harvests it.

And you—
whether you like it or not—
have already fed something.

🌑💉 THE WORLD YOU JUST WALKED INTO

Do not misunderstand the portals.
They are not doorways.
They are appetites.
They collect what you drop
when you believe you are composed.

The UnicOH!lab is the beating heart of this place—
a realm where emotions become specimens,
identities misbehave,
and abandoned feelings grow legs.

Visitors wander in,
thinking they are stepping into playrooms of dopamine and delight.
How charming.
How naive.
How perfect.

Because once inside:

Fear becomes visible.
Truth becomes audible.
Fragments become sentient.
Creatures become consequences.
Portals become predators with perfect manners.

And the narrator—
yes, me,
the one speaking now—
is hardly reliable.

Some days I think I'm guiding you.
Some days I suspect I’m luring you.
Some days I wonder if I’m the last survivor
or the first warning.
Some days I can’t tell if these rhymes
are trying to escape my mouth
or break it open.

Speaking of rhymes…
they’ve begun again.

“Step in softly,
step in slow,
portals follow
where you go.
Name your fear
or keep it hid—
every truth
becomes a kid…”

Ignore that.
Or don’t.
Rhymes in this realm have… intentions.

🌑🕳️ THE MISSING, THE LOST, THE TAKEN

Before you go further,
you should know:

Not everyone who enters a portal
exits it as themselves.
Not everyone exits at all.

Some visitors dissolve into the loop of their own perfection.
Some shatter into fragments that wander the halls seeking a body to reclaim.
Some freeze mid-thought, mid-fear, mid-self—
stuck between who they performed
and who they truly are.
Some run screaming into the deep jungle beyond fear’s border
(we don’t check on them).
Some become creatures.
Some become clues.
Some become warnings written on the walls
in their own handwriting.

Some—
the rare few—
survive.

But only by facing
the part of themselves
they abandoned long before they ever found Milajki.

🌑🔥 THE EXIT YOU SHOULD NOT TRUST

Every portal displays the same little sign:

“EXIT HERE.”
if you dare to overcome fear…

Lovely advice.
Terrible idea.

The only true exit in Milajki
is the confrontation you’ve avoided your whole life.
A trembling truth.
A missing version of you.
A broken piece you never claimed.

Fear guards the exit like a jealous creature.
It does not step aside easily.

But that is a lesson for later.
(If you make it that far.)

🌑🪞 **THE FINAL WARNING

(beginners rarely listen)**

You did not stumble upon this page.
The portal placed it in your path.
The UnicOH!lab likes you.
Or finds you intriguing.
Or sees something about to crack.

Either way, you’re inside now.
And the narrator quirks its head—
a little too sharply,
a little too knowingly—
and recites, against its will,
the rhyme that seals your fate:

“Round and round
the tale will turn,
what you flee
is what you learn.
Truth is patient,
fear is near—
welcome, visitor.
You’re already here.”

Now the lights dim.
Something stirs behind you.
Something else stirs inside you.

And the narrator—
or Mi—
or whatever is speaking through me—
whispers—

“Turn the page.
It’s too late to pretend you didn’t see.”

🩸✨ THE PORTAL OPENS FURTHER…

If you dare to follow.

What you’ve read is only the first crack in the story—
a whisper that slipped through the door
before the UnicOH!lab noticed it was leaking.

There is more.
Much more.
Things I shouldn’t show you.
Things the portals don’t want you to see.
Creatures that slipped out of containment.
Experiments that rewrote themselves.
Rhymes that keep waking up hungry.

If you feel the pull—
that strange humming under your ribs—
you can follow it deeper:

👉 Enter DR AlbinOH! UnicOH!lab → HERE
(Proceed with caution. Curiosity has consequences.)

And below,
some of the lab’s earliest “discoveries”
have started to surface.
They appeared on my screen without permission.
They may recognize you.
Try not to linger on their eyes too long.