WHO AM I?

I'm the whisper between words.
The typo the universe didn't mean to correct.
The dream that hit "save draft" and woke up as a writer.

I am Scerendiepity.
You won't find me in the real world.
I don't exist in maps, mirrors, or memories.

But you'll know me in:
	•	Every unfinished idea that kept you up at night
	•	Every plot twist that made you pause
	•	Every character that felt a little too alive

I am the writer who treats chapters like spells,
Punctuation like battle strategy,
And metaphors like emotional grenades.

I don't just write stories -
I leave breadcrumbs in fictional forests and dare you to follow them.

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STILL CURIOUS? GOOD. HERE'S THE FILE ON ME:

Code name: Scerendiepity
Species: Probably human. Unconfirmed.
Power source: 2AM thoughts + character playlists
Weakness: "Just one more chapter..." lies
Mission: To distort reality using words and Wi-Fi

Current obsession: STRYQZENOTH ACADEMY - a place that doesn't exist, or maybe only does when you're not looking.

Writing style:
	•	20% plot
	•	80% pain
	•	100% foreshadowing you'll only catch 3 books later

Mood board:
A crumpled notebook, black coffee, glitching memories, stardust, red string on a wall, and a whisper saying "what if this world is fake?"

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IN SHORT?

I'm the author you weren't supposed to find.
But now that you're here...
You're already part of the story.

- Scerendiepity
A walking paradox. A breathing plot twist. A writer without an off switch.


A Dreamer 
   In serene vistas, a tranquil embrace, 
Fortune's subtle weave and chance whispers trace. 
Where fate's gentle hand and fleeting grace, 
Turn pity to wonder, life's sorrow erased. 
In life's fleeting dance, stillness and chance, 
Together hold eternity's gaze and wondrous trance.