Disclaimer (Yes, This Was Also AI-Generated Because the Author Is Lazy AF)
Her Melodies is Avonia's baby: the synopsis, the pain, the dream, the tragedy, the horny forbidden vibes—all straight from my head while staring at sunsets and fighting boredom in Quezon City. It's also a small, quiet tribute to that pregnant cat I saw earlier getting kicked by some half-naked brat. Fuck that kid.
I used Grok (xAI) as my lazy co-writer to spit out words, fix grammar, expand foggy bits, and build scenes when imagining or writing feels impossible because of my cognitive issues.
This entire disclaimer? Also AI-generated because why type more when I can just say "make it savage and self-aware."
It's slop. Glorious, indulgent, human-directed slop. If you're mad about AI help, congrats—you're reading the future. Close the tab, go write your own pure-human masterpiece, and leave us degenerates to our fun. No refunds on tears or thirst.
The soul of this story is mine. Deal with it. ✌️
P.S. I have problems writing—it's tied to my cognitive function and capabilities—so yeah, I'll try to improve. Bear with me.