Who am I?
A lone wanderer, adrift in the endless sea of words, seeking solace in ink and forgotten dreams. I chase the perfection of art, the echoes of untold stories, the fragile silhouettes of those who never were. My solitude is my muse, and with every stroke of the quill, I give life to the lost and the cherished, each drop of ink as deep as carmine, as elegant as spilled blood on ivory parchment