While this realm’s creators do not harvest your identity, be aware that the Great Spiders of the Network (our ISP) observe all who enter. They log your **Internet Protocol (IP) address**, your **Country of Origin**, and the **vessels (browsers)** you use to traverse the mist. These records exist beyond our circle of influence.
We utilize small fragments of digital memory known as "Cookies." These are not for surveillance, but for stabilization. Without them, your turn counts and your history of travel would dissolve into the ether every time you blinked. They serve the game, and the game alone.
A single, anonymous tally is also kept of how many distinct travelers have ever crossed the threshold. It knows nothing of who you are, where you came from, or what you used to get here — only that you were here, once, same as everyone else who has stood on this doorstep.
We share no data with **The Shades**. They do not need us to tell them where you are; they can smell the heat of your life-force from the darkness of the cellar. By continuing, you accept that your digital footprint is visible to the infrastructure of the old world, but your soul remains (mostly) your own.
By stepping into the High Cliff or the Dark Forest, you agree to these terms. If you do not, flee now and clear your cache, lest a fragment of this world clings to you.