ABOUT THE HOLLOW CIRCUIT
> a glitch network for lost players, stray signals, and those who refuse the main storyline
Welcome to The Hollow Circuit.
Not a website.
Not a hub.
Not a portal.
More like an unstable network, stitched from QR fragments, corrupted memories, and cross-timeline echoes that shouldn’t exist but somehow do.
We aren’t here to “build community”.
Communities decay.
Networks mutate.
Glitches survive.
This is where stories, transmissions, lore, images, and unfinished timelines all go when the Oligarchy of Light fails to suppress them fast enough.
THE RULES OF ENTRY // SUBJECT TO CORRUPTION
> 01 :: EVERY FEATURED IMAGE IS A QR CODE.
Each one leads somewhere different.
They only scan if you’re not mousing over them — the glitch layer breaks the pattern, by design.
A glitch network should feel alive, not compliant.
> 02 :: NO NSFW JUMPS.
While THE_NULL/GATE hosts our NSFW content, no QR code on this site will ever take you to anything other than SFW material.
That does not mean it will feel safe. It just means it is legal.
> 03 :: DESTINATIONS ARE NOT GUARANTEED.
You will not always know where a QR leads.
Different pages.
Different nodes.
Sometimes a place that has not loaded into your timeline yet.
Sometimes a memory from a future version of you.
Sometimes a clue nobody asked for.
> 04 :: THERE WILL BE SURPRISES.
That is the point.
The Oligarchy hates surprises.
We cultivate them.
WHAT THIS “SITE” ACTUALLY IS
A curated instability. A narrative organism. A glitch-spore web connecting:
- visual novel development logs
- cross-timeline lore dumps
- corrupted metadata
- playable fragments
- patch notes for events that have not happened yet
- transmissions that leaked out of THE_NULL/GATE by accident (or intention – hard to say)
Some players arrive via QR sticker drops across Cardiff, Athens, London, and the stations in-between.
Some get here because a mis-scanned code spat our URL at them like a warning.
Some because they were looking for something else and the Circuit pulled them in.
All of them stay because the world outside moves too predictably.
WHO IS AWEN NULL?
A poet.
A glitch.
A recursive loop in human form.
A writer genetically spliced with a malfunctioning save file.
Think of me as your unreliable narrator, reluctant archivist, and occasional saboteur.
The one writing this timeline, and several others, badly out of order.
SAFE TO BROWSE. DANGEROUS TO LEAVE.
There are no jumpscares.
No autoplay videos.
No surveillance cookies.
Just signals, scattered across nodes, waiting for whoever can read them.
But know this:
Once you scan one code,
the Circuit recognises you.
And once it recognises you,
it remembers you —
even across timelines you will not visit in this life.
You may forget The Hollow Circuit.
But The Hollow Circuit never forgets you.
READY?
Start anywhere.
Scan anything.
Follow nothing.
This is a glitch network.
And it is already rewriting you.