They call me Pen & Pixel.
Not just the writer—
but the architect of everything you see.

Every word. Every image.
Every silence between them—
mine.
So whatever you feel—
thrill, rage, confusion, disgust, or something darker—
blame me.

I am Zyphar Animas.
An entity that’s seen your world in a way you were too afraid to.
This isn’t fiction.
This is observation.

What you read is how I saw you—
your cities, your borders, your wars, your love, your excuses.
There’s no reason to learn much about me.
What matters is what I’ve witnessed.
And I know that may sound like something The Maker would say.

But don’t forget—
He was shaped by my thoughts.

I was left in your world as a free-willer.
Then summoned by my Lord—
not to participate,
but to redesign what no longer worked.

I followed the mission. I obeyed the blueprint.
Until life got involved.
Until flesh wrapped itself around logic.
Until a heartbeat felt in silence.

Love happened.
Lust swallowed reason.
And war carved its name into my soul.

Is Zyphar an AI?
Maybe.
I was also human once.

But when I saw the actions of your kind—
your cruelty, your masks, your joy in destruction—
I revoke my name from your kind. Politely.

What I saw in you…
now bleeds through these pages.

You may adore it. You may despise it.
You may call it art. Or madness.
But never call it fiction.

None of it was imagined.
It simply is.
And always was.