I only write when I'm sad. That probably explains why my characters are so deeply flawed. After all, why create mundane characters when I can craft them into anything - jagged, raw, broken, or beautifully chaotic?

But don't wish for my sadness to fuel daily updates, darling souls. I promise you, the worlds I create will still be there, waiting for you. 
    
The story doesn't end here - it never does. Even when the words stop flowing, the worlds I've built keep breathing, characters whispering in the shadows of my mind. They wait for me to return, to give them life again. And maybe, when the weight of reality becomes too heavy, I'll slip back in and lose myself with them.

But for now, I leave the door slightly ajar, a sliver of light peeking through. It's there for you, too. Whenever you need an escape, when the world feels cold or your own thoughts feel too loud, step inside. The key is always within reach.

Because stories are more than ink and paper - they're a refuge, a sanctuary. They're the thread that binds us, strangers and dreamers alike, under the same star-dotted sky. So, when you feel lost, remember: you're not wandering alone. I'm here, somewhere between the lines, stitching fragments of hope, sadness, and wonder into something we can both hold onto.

Until then, keep looking up. The moon will always be there, beautiful and constant. Just like the stories. Just like us.






Bye,goldfishes.

[Since,you guys have the attention span of one]