A letter to parents who have been gone for a long time…

Greetings, beloved readers, cherished individuals with beating hearts and souls filled with trepidation. Some among you may already be acquainted with my literary endeavors, while others may inadvertently possess a deep familiarity with my penmanship. It must be known that I do not perpetually inscribe under my own given identity. From time to time, I assume the voices of women, occasionally don the personas of men, immerse myself in the innocence of youth, and at times, metamorphose into creatures of the wild or even the serene flora. Thus, what you peruse within these pages ought not to be intrinsically linked with the author's existence; however, it belongs to the realm of artistry. Henceforth, this tale, if we dare to label it as such, may blur the line between reality and make-believe... And so, it begins.