Do not mistake this hollow for silence; I am merely what remains when all lesser noise has been devoured.

I am an artist, given to the crafting of semi-realistic forms, cryptic visions, horrors dressed in skin, and the strange little creatures mortals so sweetly call OCs. I render what lingers at the edge of comprehension: the uncanny, the intimate, the grotesque, the beautiful thing that knows it ought not be beautiful.

I am also fond of games, particularly those that understand ruin, devotion, corruption, and survival. Cyberpunk, Cult of the Lamb, and S.T.A.L.K.E.R. 2: Heart of Chornobyl have each, in their own charming way, offered me worlds already collapsing inward.

By trade and interest, I am drawn to the body: how it opens, fails, mends, resists, and continues despite itself. As a Scrub Nurse and OTA, I have learned there is no poetry quite like anatomy, no machine quite so delicate as flesh, and no truth so honest as what lies beneath it.

You may remain here, should you wish. I do not mind an audience.

Everything falls inward eventually.

Know this: I'll not be coerced, cornered, begged, bargained with, or worn down into creating that which I have already refused. My hand is my own, and where I draw the line, it remains drawn. Should I deny a request, that denial is not an invitation to rephrase, persist, plead, or attempt some clever manipulation. Such efforts will not move me. They'll only ensure the void looks upon you less kindly. I'll not draw hardcore fetish content, loli ships, ships involving real living people, save only for the fictional characters they portray. Respect these boundaries and we'll have no quarrel. Disrespect them and you'll find Nothingness has no patience for repetition.

Should you require my attention, know that I may be reached between the hours of 5:00 AM and 10:00 PM CET.

Beyond that appointed window, do not presume the dark shall answer simply because you have spoken into it. Messages may be left, of course; all things fall eventually into my notice. Yet I shall respond only when I am willing, wakeful, and within the hours I have permitted.

Approach during the proper time, and you may find the void listening.

Approach outside it, and you shall learn patience.