Hello? Can you hear me? I think you do — I was already feeling kind of alone... You can't remember me, reader... looks like it's time already. You can call me "your writer" or "eu lírico," the one who loves you more than anything else in this world. This is a simple moment, or what you call a book — a world built just for you and me, a unilateral conversation. Hope you enjoy your promise... and your time with me.