This account is my quiet asylum—a place where I unravel thoughts, even if they echo, even if they repeat. I carve it into comfort, into truth, into the hum of my own unrest. I have no patience for those who flood the feed with hollow calls like “Mutualan gas”—spare me the chase for empty ties. I don’t forbid minors from drawing near, but know this: I speak freely, and at times, the shadows in my words may carry a trace of NSFW. If that unsettles you, then tread elsewhere. My world isn’t here to soften itself for passing strangers.