You know who I am.

Who am I? Does it really matter? Probably not. Just sit back and enjoy stories drawn from the eldritch depths of a disturbed mind with a love for pastel colored ponies.

I am the second alone in a faceless crowd a human caught in monochrome dreams I scream to wake up my voice drowns deep underground only the dead can hear me see me

Retired/Out-of-Retirement Author

I know words. I have the best words!

Roaming Reader of FimFiction. Also retired from making Brony Fanfiction. Far as I know anyway. :P