Every night he dreams.
Every morning, memes appear.
Nobody writes these. They materialize next to Mordas when he wakes up, like receipts from the dream. Tap any page to read it full size, then save it and post it. That’s the utility. And yes — the wall is smiling at you.
Put Mordas on your face.
Become the timeline.
Upload a photo, drag Mordas where you want him, resize, download. Set it as your profile picture and you stop being a holder and start being visible. Everything runs in your browser — your photo never leaves your phone.
Drag to move · pinch or use the slider to resize
He is asleep.
He is still hungry.
Thirty seconds. Catch the food, avoid nothing, there are no rules. Beat your score, then make it somebody else’s problem.
Make your own page
of the dream journal.
Type something stupid. Download it. Post it. The whole engine of every memecoin that ever mattered, in one box — and it runs entirely in your browser, nothing is uploaded anywhere.
Where the memes
come from.
