Well. Does anyone still even use Wattpad anymore? Lmao, hi.
So uh. My name is Milo. I'm a trans man, I use he/him pronouns, and I'm the host of a DID system. We call ourselves the Mycelian Network. The previous host, Luci, was the one writing these stories for you all. She's since gone dormant and, well... it doesn't seem like she's coming back. Ever.
So I decided to come back here and look at where she spent all her time. Before all the trauma that created all of us. Before I even existed. I want to look inside her head, to see her mindset before and after the inciting trauma. It's almost like... looking through a dead relative's room. Someone who died tragically young, whose room serves as a snapshot of their life before it ended. Photos, favorite toys, journal entries... this is what I'm going through right now.
This isn't an announcement saying "I'm sorry, but the owner of this account is no longer alive." But it's similar. Luci, the girl who wrote all these stories to escape the tragedy of her own, is no longer with us. She'll likely never come back. But we, the products of her pain and suffering, will march on. Even some of the characters she's written about have made their homes in our system. Luci shaped us into the people we are now. But this account, 8 long and difficult years in the making... will remain a time capsule. Thank you for sticking around for so long.
