InsaneJournal

Distress Signal, sort of...
I admire a society with an open network with a history of things to read and I will freely admit that I am lost and in need of some assistance. I figure that this type of thing must happen often to you all so I would appreciate getting a bit of insight into; where, how and why I am here?

I think I can roughly gauge the following from a quick skim of your message board's history without doing a deeper dive on your data which I freely assume is a bad idea;

This is some form of space-station. You have doors to and beings from other amaranths.

Oh! I almost forgot, my name is Annastasia... or Annie.