Greetings. This one's name is Vaeltaja.

In-universe, Vaeltaja is a nomad, a wanderer, cursed into being at the beginning of all things. A featureless entity, it travels through dimensions and timelines, communing with the spirits of the dead. Upon its body is a cloak that betrays the scenery around it, hinting at a future existence. Such portents into the not-yet-lived often depict an extinction that will come to pass. It is a quiet figure, but language need not be spoken to be understood.

In reality, Vaeltaja is a bored, amateurish writer. He posts occasionally to Reddit's WritingPrompts sub; mostly ideas, seldom stories. In his mind, he finds himself inadequate at the skill, despite attempting for more than a decade and the positive feedback he's received. He hopes to simply pass the time, as it will, and this place seems fitting for such a task. He also promises not to speak in third-person or with such a tone after this post, because he knows it can be annoying, and he's honestly too lazy to keep up the bit.

He looks forward to seeing what new stories he can create.