In sooth, I shall now speak of the music that doth breathe life into my days. I am much enamored with Bon Jovi and Westlife, and the songs of the early 2000s oft set my heart adrift upon gentle waves of melancholia. A steadfast lover of pop am I, finding in its tender notes a calmness for my restless. Yet I do not shun the present age, for I lend my ear to the melodies of ENHYPEN, whom I follow with loyal fervor as a devoted fan. I seek music that stirreth my soul to life, and though I claim no single genre as mine own, I shall ever listen to that which maketh my souls awaken and dance.

I thank thee for turning the first leaf of my tale, for here doth my story begin. My name is Noäh Kavaye, and verily, I am of lawful age, past twenty summers and more, so thou needst not fret to number me among thy friends, for I deal not with mirrors nor their reflection. I am an ENTP-T, and I pray thou findest not thyself overwhelmed by my energy. Books, music, and film are the lights that guide me, and in their company, I find the pulse of my days.

Oft do I find myself speaking upon matters of state upon my timeline, for my country knoweth no peace nor ease in these troubled days. Thus, let it be known, I forbid the presence of those who cast their lot with the '02, for such company I shall not suffer within mine abode.

As time in quiet passage floweth, I have found new customs to adorn my days, beyond the sweet comfort of music and the turning of pages in books. A lover of creatures am I, and joy doth fill my heart at the sight of beasts, for to behold them and to share in their gentle company is a blessing I cherish. I keep a fair few creatures within my dwelling, and among them dwelleth a cat most wondrous in her charm and mirth. I do hope that this may stir thy fondness, and that thou wilt find delight in these small glimpses of my world.

Much do I delight in the art of conversation with kind souls, for, as hath been spoken, I am an ENTP-T, and words of affirmation are the language wherein my needs findeth warmth, for words are jewels most dear unto me. I take pleasure in the turning of pages and in reading the writings of those with whom I share discourse, holding their words gently within the vault of my memory. I have walked through the pages of Dostoevsky's works, and perchance, on a quiet eve, I may read them aloud for thee, that we might wander together through his worlds.