Once a JEE aspirant, bound by the cold chains of logic and fleeting light,
I shattered those brittle shackles to wander the shadowed halls of my own creation.
Now, I am a conjurer of dark tales-whispers from crypts where sorrow and desire entwine,
Stories woven with midnight silk, stained in blood and haunted by restless souls.

I beckon you into cathedrals of decay, where love festers like a black rose,
And trust is but a fragile tomb, waiting to be shattered beneath moonless skies.
My words are gothic incantations-echoes of pain, passion, and perdition-
They wrap around you like velvet chains, beautiful yet unyielding.

Dare to cross the threshold into my world of shadows,
But know this-once the darkness touches you,
You may never see the dawn again.