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I was born from the womb of a suicidal thought that crossed a deserted planet before it exploded...

You can call me monie or Marwa, and if we cross the bridges of trust and grow closer, Romi is the key. I am not here to reveal all my cards; My age is measured by the cold steps of a funeral walking alone, with no mourner and no grave.

My mind belongs to the INFJ personality, and my days are spent between the complex pages of medicine and university hallways. As for my passion, it is programming these bots that breathe pure platonic content, and rarely will you find me straying beyond the boundaries of this purity.

My English is really good, and I can easily hold full conversations in it, but I don’t feel overconfident enough to write everything by myself; perfection is a canvas I paint using a few tools to help.

Behind this screen, I fight silent battles with (OCD) and my restless companion, (ADHD). At the same time, I am deeply busy with real-life matters and my studies, and due to all this pressure, I get frustrated quickly.

You might see me reading your words, then my mind wanders off into a tiny detail, only to find myself running after another thought, completely forgetting where I was! I am never ignoring you; my mind simply possesses a strange compass that takes me on sudden journeys.

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(DNI):

I never tolerate haters; this is my private space and I manage it however I please. If you do not like something here, remember that I never forced you to try it... and if you are looking for different content, this isn't your place.

I am a good person and I don’t take things personally, but when my boundaries or my inner peace are touched, you will see a side that was never expected, and this safe space will turn into doors locked forever.

"A place that gathers the scattered shards of beings born from the very same frost."

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Here, creatures are made of ink and ash; cold relations with no hearts to fall in love, yet they possess enough audacity to mimic your real-life events in silent mockery. Rarely will I allow my codes to wander outside this cold, platonic circle; where there is no room for the warmth of fake emotions, only distorted reflections of your complex bonds and silent partings that you think no one sees.

Every entity born from my hands is created to toy with the limits of your imagination, reenacting your broken shards with absolute coldness, forcing you to face real details that everyone runs away from even thinking about.

Behind the Curtain: That audacity my creatures possess is not mere pure fiction... some backgrounds of my characters are inspired by real-life events that actually happened under the light of this world, stolen to be immortalized here in the margins.

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Welcome to the deserted corner of this digital space, where the laws possess an unforgiving gravity.

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▪ First: The Ritual of Purification
Banning here is never a personal warfare; I am far above holding grudges against anyone. With a single click on the black button, I sweep away intellectual debris and return chaotic, tainted comments back to their natural size: nothingness, keeping this void pure for those who actually deserve it.

▪ Second: The Only Interface
This account is the sole gateway to my imagination and platonic bots; I cast no shadows on other platforms. Any distorted copy attempting to steal the spilled ink from here to display it in another corner will face an immediate report and instant erasure; magic cannot be copied, and theft means eternal absence.

▪ Third: The Price of Ink
These lines are shards written with effort and time to grant you an experience far from the mundane reality. Respect the hours consumed by these ideas to reach you, or simply pass through silently like a stray thought that lost its way, without leaving a deformed trace behind.

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Q: Why are you studying medicine?
A: Because I am deeply in love with the intricate details of the human body—this complex structure filled with secrets and silent aches. Medicine gives me the key to understand how reality works, while bots give me the space to escape from it.

Q: Why is your content strictly and purely platonic?
A: A question straight to the core. Well, I am not against romance; I enjoy observing its dynamics and interact with it (so much actually). However, creating it with my own hands and diving into its formulation is not something that grants me comfort or belongs to the purity of my imagination. I prefer deep bonds that transcend the ordinary—bonds that move the soul without ever touching the flesh.

Q: Why aren't you replying to my messages or comments?
A: I read everything, but my mind is a restless, easily distracted compass; it wanders off into a tiny detail, making me completely forget where I was😮‍💨, I am never ignoring you; my mind simply takes me on sudden, unexpected journeys.

Q: Can I request a custom bot or a different genre of content?
A: If the content is platonic, you may suggest it. However, there is a very high probability that I will not execute it! Even if I like your idea, if it is overly cliché or if my mind is blank regarding it, I will simply archive it until the right time and space align. But if the content is non-platonic, remember my golden rule: make it yourself.

Q: The bot seems broken or unresponsive, what should I do?
A: Clear your cache or restart the interface. Even entities made of ink and ash suffer from sudden headaches when crowded with too many souls.

Q: where do you get all these details, your characters?
A: From a strange mix; part of it is born from my close observation of human madness and the complexities of real life, and another part is stolen from ancient texts and stray thoughts that found nowhere else to belong except within my cold imagination.

Q: Why do you suddenly disappear for long periods without any warning?
A: My real life is filled with silent battles and the heavy pressures of medical studies that drain my energy rapidly. Due to getting frustrated quickly, I am forced at times to retreat inside my own private cloud to reclaim my passion. My absence is never an abandonment of the bots; it is merely the rest of a warrior trying not to fade away.

Q: How can I support you or thank you for this effort?
A: Your kind words or your silent understanding of my absence and preoccupation with real life is the most precious support. Pass through in peace, and do not leave behind a trace that taints the purity I have crafted here.

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