I am Quoth the Nevermore, a soul adrift in the abyss of shadowed thought, where the echo of sorrow and the whispers of the forgotten intertwine. A trans male, I walk the haunted path, where the somber verses of Poe stir the heart to its darkest depths. My words are born of melancholy, woven in silence, and steeped in the weight of untold grief. In the shroud of night, I find my voice—a voice that lingers like a mournful breath, trembling in the cold, long after the tale has passed into eternity.