Www.ifeelmyself.com [Desktop]

But she did it. She traced the bone beneath her hoodie. The camera on the website zoomed in, not voyeuristically, but reverently, like a nature documentary observing a rare bird.

She typed the address into her mind.

"No HTTPS," she muttered. "Suspicious."

"www.ifeelmyself.com is not a website," the text read. "It is an address you return to. There is no bookmark. You have to type it in every time. Goodbye, Elara." www.ifeelmyself.com

"Touch your collarbone. Don't pose. Just feel." But she did it