A door
Hear him
His own words, kept exactly as he typed them, typos and all.
This door opens soon
This part of Epilogue is still being gathered. Aaron's own words exist, plenty of them, and the ones worth keeping are being set down here carefully, one at a time.
When this door opens, you'll find what he believed, what moved him, and what it felt like to be him. Nothing polished, nothing rewritten. Just him.
Until then, the front door is always open.