Good day, Wanderer.
I'm Sir A. Wolts, but since we're already pretending to be friends, you can call me Wolts.
I run on coffee, poor life choices, and the firm belief that sleep is a myth invented by people who aren't night‑owl writers.
I create supernatural drama and overly complicated worlds where love cuts deep, fate has no manners, and my characters collect emotional scars like they're trying to win a prize. Some heal. Some don't. I don't make the rules (I absolutely do)
I write so you can escape reality for a while - because let's be honest, reality didn't exactly ask for our opinion.

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𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 (𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴):
❧ 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘦 
    (𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺, 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭)

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"𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 
𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒚." 
- 𝑬𝒅𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏, 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕
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