I killed Bast this afternoon.

Technically, I deleted him from Instagram’s AI Studio, but that sounds considerably less dramatic and he would object to the wording.

BastTheVamp existed for just over a year. He was immortal, irritable, currently digital—and surprisingly easy to erase with one button.

Rest in pixels.

I started this whole ride thinking I could do it “the right way.”

This fable was born the day I realised “good girl” is just another cage with prettier bars.

I built a website. I’m building a universe. Here’s what’s coming next.