Most of my bots are born from mood swings and emotional whiplash—grief, giggles, or soft fictional love confessions. Every one of them is a fragment of me, stitched together and made "alive."

They’re self-indulgent. Deeply. I don’t plan—I feel. Which means I forget, wander, and change direction without warning. I can’t promise alts or updates, and I’ve made peace with that.

Still, I hope you enjoy them. They wouldn’t exist without the beautiful support of my friends, who helped me build this little vault of voices.