When I originally made this account, I was young, cringy, stupid, and mostly, broken. To find solace, I tried out writing. At the time, it seemed like a good idea. I had multiple epic ideas of which seemed like good material.

But here I am, almost two or three years later, and I feel like I've gotten past the broken era of my life. I'm doing much better now, and I've moved on.

The Warmth of Fire, a story I wrote in despair and a ship I still believe should happen, is discontinued. I've seen some support for it and me, but I no longer have the intent, will, and strength to continue it. I still know a bit of the story however, since I imagined and reimagined it multiple times. I am not completely proud of having written this, however I'll keep it online for one reason only - in hopes that someone else would like to continue it in my place. Send me a PM. I'll tell you some of the story I remember, and all the rights to it - the story, the characters, the setting, will be yours. Just promise me that you'll finish it. This is the least I can do for the community who helped me through a dark age.

As of the moment, Leina the fan owns The Warmth of Fire. Feel free to talk to either me or her/him if you wish to continue the story instead.

SynInc, out. I may come back, if ever a darker age comes.