On my own i came up with the word somnium for a comic i have a fantasy of making. I figured it had to have been used before. I googled, I found your webcomic, I read it, I enjoyed it. I've been reading a lot of dead webcomics lately and listening to a lot of dead podcasts too. They're strange digital ruins in a new e-graveyard.
Perhaps the saddest aspect of this phenomenon is watching frozen in time, the slow falling of talented artists such as yourself from off the face of the earth. A term I hear constantly is "life happens" and maybe that's good. It's happened to you and while not as talented as you, it happened to me too. I left the ambition and excitement of this world of sweat and creativity for years and am now standing at a distance looking at what it is now, and wanting to come back.
What I find is a world as vibrant as ever. My former contemporaries now make adventure time episodes or have comics on the shelves of my local. More than that, a generation of artists has grown up, around, and past me. Impossible amounts of talent and imagination. How can there be so many. I am dwarfed by their prowess and ambition. It makes it daunting to consume so much output, but mostly daunting to come back. Talent is so much more democratized now, what will set us apart? Yours is the 4th dead portal fantasy webcomic I've read in the past week, the comic I want to write is also one. I've lost heart tho. Will this ever be more than a hobby for us? Will we ever break free of that ever expanding middle? Darkest of all, did we miss an opportunity to distinguish ourselves?
I don't know why I'm writing this here. I guess coming across the first footprints, the first creations, and the indelible marks someone left, followed by the long paces to their evident grave gets me kinda down and makes me want to say something about it.