I don't follow the script-I rewrite it. Born of silence and stars, I grew up in a world of wires and whispers, where firewalls stood taller than feelings and most voices faded into static. But I found mine in stories-glitched, poetic, and fiercely real. By day, I build systems. By night, I build worlds-guarded by cosmic beasts, haunted by echoes, and led by girls who do not bend, who do not break. My pen is carved from stardust; my ink flows with the shimmer of selenite. I write in the space between myth and memory, where shadows breathe and forgotten empires rise. I wear a mask not to hide, but to focus. Every story I tell is a puzzle piece from my inner cosmos-part signal, part soul. A quiet force moves through it all, the kind that doesn't shout, but shifts galaxies. If you've found your way here, maybe you're looking for something too. A spark. A shadow. A story to call your own... Welcome to the rebellion between constellations.