Dear john (not a chapter)

Hi all of you who reach this point.

this is where i tell you about the end well not exactly the end, end just where the story feels good to finish.

i started this story half out of grief half out of therapy

when i started writhing it (and by the all gods and the new im happy no one had to read such edgy emo thing) it whas as an outlet this year i lose my son, the details matter little lets just say i tried to give him a world and a story whit this and it helped like a lot i used A.I to helpme radomise events and mainly traducing it (my main leguage is spanish and like you are witnesing my gramar isnt all that jajajaja ) it help the world take a life of its hown, im a long time game master (D&D, call of cthullu, pathfinder and vampire the mascarade ) and belive in sharing storys and building univerces in comunity so here is the deal this was never to be a thing to build fame or money or a name as an author it was for sharing and building so if you find your self here afther reading the 80 chapters of rambling the build upon it use it create or just coment tell me it bad or god what does not fit share in the comunity and at least until i got to deside if whe are gona time skip or just do our own thing lets talk and have fun.

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thank you very much for your time for your coments critics and help me heal