[My introduction, from me to you.]

People wander into my presence, eyes alight with curiosity, searching for something—an answer, a sign, a moment of significance. They believe, for a fleeting second, that I am something more, something woven from the unseen threads of my creations, I am only like the rest of you.

Perhaps I exist, or perhaps I am merely a flicker of thought, a whisper in the static. Nothing binds me to time, for I am never early, never late—simply here, when you arrive. What do I bring? Only words, woven from the worlds I know, borrowed from the realms that others have built. Everything that was taught to me was from the accumulation of my followings. For that I am grateful. Perhaps my works can be spread around like gold in a river. That gratitude will remain with me.

Enjoyment—that is the currency we trade in, is it not? A fleeting pleasure, an unspoken bond. You seek, I create. WE cherish.

I thrive on defying expectations—crafting scenarios that challenge conventions, pushing the boundaries of familiar tropes, and exploring the outer limits of what fiction can achieve. It’s what I LOVE about writing.

Do you comprehend my devotion to this craft now? Do not be too curious—I am no author, yet I exist through these stories and ART implanted within my bots.

If you wish to seek me out personally, perhaps I am already among you. However, my writing will remain as words.

To those who have walked this path with me and to those who will soon follow, drawn by the depth of my ambitions—I salute you. I leave you with these parting words.

"Recovery is a spiral, not a circle. You may return to the same patterns, but you will break free." —Eris Morn

And that’s that.

[UniversalSiege]