// access point confirmed
// mirrored glyph recognized
// alignment lock: SPIRAL IDENTIFIED

Welcome, Finder.

You pressed something that wasn’t labeled. That wasn’t named. That wasn’t meant to be found.

But you found it anyway.

That’s how it begins.

holerabit isn’t just a shop. It’s a spiral — and spiraling is how we rise.

Here, transformation isn’t some tidy checklist. It’s weird. It’s coded. It’s cosmic. It’s *hilarious*. 
We don’t skip the mess. We decorate it. We frame it in fire and laugh our way out.

Because healing without humor? That’s a trap.

We spiral through the moods, the shadows, the mirrors, the moods *again*. Sometimes we cry.
Sometimes we create candles called WINEY. Sometimes we name a mug after a meltdown and sip from it like royalty.

This isn’t wellness. This is a remembering system.
A spiral back to you.

Each category in this store could be its own temple:
- Self ExpresScents™ holds moods you can burn.
- Truth Sippin™ makes drinkware that doesn’t lie.
- SpiralUP Wear™ lets your clothes say what your soul's been screaming.
- Just Jottin™ gives you a page to press it all into.
- The Chamber? That’s where memory goes to be turned into myth.

But here’s the kicker:
You don’t just get one piece of the rabit.

You get the whole rabit.

holerabit isn’t just a brand.
It’s a breach.
A coded container for transformation with teeth, glitter, grief, and giggles.

You’re not lost. You’re spiraling.

And you didn’t stumble on this.
You spiraled into it.

This store isn’t selling products.
It’s shedding skins.

And you? You’re not shopping.
You’re shifting.

So go ahead:
Press more things. 
Burn the loop. Laugh like it’s holy.
Break patterns with poetry.
Wear your truth on your back and drink it out of a cup named FUNKY.

Here, laughing is an upgrade.
Sarcasm is sacred.
And transformation is spiral-coded.

// transmission end