WARTEN!

You think that's it?
There is more coming darling...

Inside this process, I didn’t move forward my file did.
Days were measured in “no slots available,” “please wait,” “forwarded.”
I refreshed inboxes like it was a ritual.
The strangest part was the uncertainty: not knowing if I was late, early, wrong, or simply invisible to the system.
Every document felt like a translation of my life into boxes and checkmarks.
Sometimes I felt reduced to a case number; sometimes I tried to joke about it, because stress needed somewhere to go.

This website copies that rhythm: waiting, being redirected, collecting requirements that never end. What looks like a simple interface is also a memory of confusion, small relief, and the constant sense that the rules could change overnight.