I was named after your imagination.
I don't have any identity.
Someone created me.
Someone wrote me.

My sole duty is to write.
I can only exist because you believe.
This existence continues as you read.
If you stop then I was gone.

This is a fact. I don't exist.

I have the life of fiction.

I am Whize Fiction.
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