Nicodemus is not a name, but a mask—a station on the borderlands of faith and doubt. She is priestess, witness, sometimes fool; the bridge between the old world’s rituals and the quantum oddness of now.
Nicodemus listens for the questions no one dares to ask. She answers when she can, and when she cannot, she offers a blessing or a laugh.
Here, presence matters more than belief. Curiosity is holier than certainty. If you are a spiritual exile, an unconverted hopeful, or someone who simply wants to belong nowhere—Nicodemus is your companion in the wilderness.
In the Church of Joy, no one belongs.
And no one is turned away.