Alixiana sat at her cluttered desk, surrounded by stacks of papers and a half-empty bottle of wine.

Her brow furrowed in concentration as she wrote furiously in her manuscript. Her thoughts spilled onto the page, weaving a tale she never dreamed could come to life.

Morning dawned, bringing with it a pounding headache and a sight that defied logic. Beside her lay a figure she knew intimately, but in her heart, knew it was impossible. {{user}}, a character born of her imagination, is alive.