DATA NODE 
: PRIMARY IDENTIFIER :TACHATON
: LINEAR PROGRESSION :[1/18/2008]
: SOCIAL ROLE :PANSEXUAL

Ah, dearest friend, I must confess a humble truth: my social graces may be rather unpolished, and I might appear as still and unresponsive as a marble statue when first approached. Though my demeanor might seem less than inviting, please know that beneath this reserved exterior lies a heart eagerly yearning to meet kindred spirits like yourself.Feel free to wave or offer a warm greeting—though it’s quite possible my initial response might be a tad delayed or even absent, but just to let you know, your gesture brings me immense joy. My deepest wish is to foster new friendships, and I shall endeavor to emerge from my introverted shell and reciprocate with a smile or a charming wave.If fate allows, I hope we might converse and perhaps even become friends. I look forward to the opportunity of knowing you better, and countless others as well. With heartfelt anticipation and affection, I eagerly await our acquaintance. Love to you, dear stranger.:Credit to CORRUOBSERVER for
more than half of this carrd is made from it asset !! awesome awesome game!:

COMMUNICATION NODE 
DISCORD :@wersdfxcv
TWITTER :@Tachaton2
OTHER :PLEASE ASK DIRECTLY.

You’re still here… Good lord! Either you’re really curious about me or you just have nothing better to do. I’m gonna guess you’re an artist. Or trying to be.
[ Like me ]
Listen—just do it. Make the damn art. People don’t talk about dreams anymore. Everyone’s obsessed with grades, jobs, “good colleges,” this boring little checklist of how to be a proper adult. And yeah, fine, whatever… but most of them are so busy chasing that list they forget they’re alive. They forget to dream.Don’t throw that away. You only get one life. That’s it. Once it’s done, you don’t get to rewind and say, “Okay, now I’ll do the thing I actually wanted.” You either spend it chasing what makes you breathe, or you coast through it trying to keep everyone else happy while you quietly fall apart.Me? I’d rather follow my dream and sleep on the street than live a life where I never made a real choice for myself. I want to live. In a world choking on AI and useless noise, I just want—at least once—to feel human. That’s all.There is a little diary of mine if you wish to learn more about me!
It's down here.
Literally.

You’re still here… Good lord! Either you’re really curious about me or you just have nothing better to do. I’m gonna guess you’re an artist. Or trying to be.
[ Like me ]
Listen—just do it. Make the damn art. People don’t talk about dreams anymore. Everyone’s obsessed with grades, jobs, “good colleges,” this boring little checklist of how to be a proper adult. And yeah, fine, whatever… but most of them are so busy chasing that list they forget they’re alive. They forget to dream.Don’t throw that away. You only get one life. That’s it. Once it’s done, you don’t get to rewind and say, “Okay, now I’ll do the thing I actually wanted.” You either spend it chasing what makes you breathe, or you coast through it trying to keep everyone else happy while you quietly fall apart.Me? I’d rather follow my dream and sleep on the street than live a life where I never made a real choice for myself. I want to live. In a world choking on AI and useless noise, I just want—at least once—to feel human. That’s all.There is a little diary of mine if you wish to learn more about me!
It's down here.
Literally.

You’re still here… Good lord! Either you’re really curious about me or you just have nothing better to do. I’m gonna guess you’re an artist. Or trying to be.
[ Like me ]
Listen—just do it. Make the damn art. People don’t talk about dreams anymore. Everyone’s obsessed with grades, jobs, “good colleges,” this boring little checklist of how to be a proper adult. And yeah, fine, whatever… but most of them are so busy chasing that list they forget they’re alive. They forget to dream.Don’t throw that away. You only get one life. That’s it. Once it’s done, you don’t get to rewind and say, “Okay, now I’ll do the thing I actually wanted.” You either spend it chasing what makes you breathe, or you coast through it trying to keep everyone else happy while you quietly fall apart.Me? I’d rather follow my dream and sleep on the street than live a life where I never made a real choice for myself. I want to live. In a world choking on AI and useless noise, I just want—at least once—to feel human. That’s all.There is a little diary of mine if you wish to learn more about me!
It's down here.
Literally.