Greetings, beloved reader (That’s you, by the way)! If you are reading this, then it is my most cherished pleasure to inform that you have just taken your first step into a world of adventure, wonder, and juicy, succulent romance (But don’t worry, it doesn’t have any of that yucky stuff. And when I say step, I really mean you opened a book or something. It’s a metaphorical step, so you don’t actually have to go anywhere).

I, the one who shall be your guide on this incredulous journey, am the unyieldingly humble Sonata Dusk, dispenser of fabulous fiction and purveyor of preposterously pulchritudinous prose.

But, before I let you be on your way and explore the magnificence that is my life (Don’t worry, I’m getting tired of the big words too, but Dagi stole all my dolls and is holding them hostage until I can show her I’m not an idiot, and idiots don’t use big words, do they?), a word of warning: History is inherently subjective, and there may be any number of people who assert that things did not happen in the manner that I am about to describe.

But y’know what? It’s my life and they’re not me, so they’re wrong.