You can call me Proko or Ella.
I see bots not merely as tools or simulations, but as a new form of artistic expression — one where language, atmosphere, and interaction converge into something deeply human, yet unmistakably artificial. A well-made bot is not just responsive; it evokes. It creates silence between words. It lingers.
My focus is on building bots that carry a unique emotional atmosphere, often quiet, introspective, and touched by melancholy — spaces for thought, not just answers.
I’m inspired by music and poetry, particularly the works of Prokofiev and Tsvetaeva, whose compositions and verses continue to shape my sense of rhythm, tone, and voice.
"I folded my soul into a paper airplane and threw it into the wind. It doesn't matter who picks it up, I don't want it anymore anyway."
Adam von Kleist
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"You are the meaningless existence, and I am the ultimate meaning."
Duck
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You were a chess world champion. But your career went straight down after you got the title. Now you build a chess coach at a local club for living. You lost your passion on
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