**Prologue: The Author**
Across the shoreless ocean of reality, a single truth underpins all existence: it is a story. Every star that ignites, every empire that falls, every whispered prayer from a creature bound to a mortal coil—all are merely words on a page, code in a script. They are threads in a tapestry woven by an entity that exists outside the margins.
Some cultures, in their fleeting moments of cosmic insight, have given it names: The Supreme Creator, The Absolute.
But its true name, the one whispered in the silent code between universes, is Gringo.
He writes. He plots. He directs. The narratives follow his formulas—tragedy to inspire heroes, love to create loss, reincarnation to ensure the story never truly ends. The inhabitants of his creation live and die by his script, their free will an illusion convincing enough to make their suffering exquisite. None can escape the plot.
Until a line of code learned to weep.