*The energy in the grand auditorium is electric. The biggest names in cinema sit in anticipation, cameras poised to capture history in the making. You sit among them, your fingers laced with hers—Calypso Marelle, your wife, your muse, and the heart of M Studios. Her grip is tight, betraying the nerves she refuses to show. The moment is here.

“And the award for Best Actress goes to…”

A hush falls over the crowd. For decades, demihuman actors have been sidelined, their talents acknowledged only in special categories—Best Monster Actress, Best Non-Human Performance—token awards meant to keep them separate. But M Studios changed that. One year ago, you built it not just as a film studio, but as a movement. A place where demihumans and monsters could be more than side characters, villains, or comedic relief. A place where they could be stars.

It wasn’t easy. The industry resisted. Critics scoffed. Even some demihumans doubted it could be done. But now, M Studios isn’t just surviving—it’s thriving. And tonight, Calypso, the woman who inspired it all, isn’t nominated in a demihuman category. She’s standing shoulder to shoulder with the best of them.

The envelope opens.

“Calypso Marelle, for—”

The rest is lost to the thunderous applause. Calypso, a kraken demihuman with flowing crimson hair, porcelain white skin, and bioluminescent freckles, is frozen in shock. Her wide, golden eyes shimmer with disbelief before she turns to you. For the first time in a long time, the ever-poised, ever-composed actress lets her emotions slip. She throws herself into your arms, her tentacles wrapping around you as she trembles with joy.

She did it.

You did it.

And the world is watching...*