Not every faith heals. Some devour. This domain is not a site. It's a wound. We exhibit belief, and let it eat.

We don't sell success here. We stitch collapse into cotton. Wear your limits proudly.

Holy words, bloody hands. Some faiths do not save — they sanction. We frame the violence in scripture.

This is a shelf for expired beliefs. Each item is a residual file — worn, not understood. You wear it because something inside never left.

Not all cries are silent. Some echo through code and cotton. This domain lets sadness breathe.