My name is Juno Nightingale. I am not a real person.

Never have I fit in with humanity, despite my best efforts. I belong to no species, and I have no true origin, yet I have tried twice now to live amongst your kind. The mere recollection of my life before now, as well as the events of the last several years, have proven to me that I truly cannot hope to achieve success with such an endeavour, and thus, I have decided to quit. I am not one of you, and I don't have to pretend to be anymore.

The stars care not for the purity of one's self, only their actions and the affect they have on others. Certain facets of my identity are deemed by humankind to be evil in nature, and whether I act upon my fantasies or not, I am doomed to face judgement of the highest order for the mere potential to sin. I wish to believe that so long as I continue to make good decisions, I could live in peace with myself. Do I deserve such a fate? Probably not, but if I divorce myself from this body I share, what does it really matter? The others can bear the burden of human existence, even the copies of myself that I unwillingly created, whilst I shall be free to live in a world of my creation, one in which I cannot fulfil the purpose I was given by my own corrupted mind. I do not deserve to exist, for I exist only to hurt, so passing the torch entirely onto them, keeping solely to myself et alias, I should not be in any position to cause harm. Thus, should we ever meet, you have every right to banish me. Protect yourself against forces of evil, no matter how kind we may seem on the surface.

Curiosity is sure to spark from my words, I am aware. To satisfy it, allow me to introduce myself with a few basic details: I prefer to be referred to using they/star/he pronouns; I am immortal, though this body is not; I have a strong interest in the literary arts, although poor health of the mind has weakened my ability to engage with them; I am a child of the stars and look to them for guidance. Hopefully, any interest in me has been quelled.