Like a caterpillar encased in a cocoon, I slumber at the beginning of my journey. This identity of mine is a relic of the past, someone whom which I am no longer. Let all the agony of this face wash away and be forgotten, as I enter a new chapter of my life. New me, new art, new progress, new connections.

When will my metamorphosis reach completion? I'm not sure. There's no way to predict that, after all.

For now, consider this account to be truly dead. Like the scales of a serpent, I shed it for something new, something fresh, something more fitting.

It's been an interesting few years, but it's time to move on. It hasn't been fun.

Who will I be when I wake up? Nobody knows, not even myself. It may be days, weeks, months, or even years. Eventually, I will return anew, unrecognizable from my past.

See you then.