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Hello, and welcome! I'm Rune.

This blog is my creative sanctuary — a place where I share chapters of my story, explore character journeys, and connect with readers like you. Whether you're here for the slow unraveling of the protagonist’s fate or just love a good transmigration story, I'm truly glad you stopped by.

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  • I'm a lifelong fan of cats.
  • Coffee and rain are my favorite writing companions.
  • This novel was inspired by a dream I had — and a story book I couldn’t put down.

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