This is the hand that carves the deep,
Where the ghosts of your favorite heroes sleep.
It weaves the silk of the velvet cage,
And pours the thunder onto the page.
My readers, behold the palm of the storm,
Where the legends you love begin to take form.
Each line in my skin is a path for your soul,
A map to the places I firmly control.
When you feel the chill of a dark romance,
It's this hand that leads the treacherous dance.
It holds the ink like a weapon of old,
Turning the shadows to shimmering gold.
Through the screen and the miles that lie in between,
This hand builds a bridge to a world unseen.
It catches your breath when the plot takes a turn,
And lights the cold fires that internally burn.
You follow the motion of finger and bone,
To find a new kingdom you now call your own.
It does not falter, it does not bend,
Determined to lead you right to the end.
With a flick of the wrist, a titan will fall,
Or a lover will answer a desperate call.
This hand is the anchor for every mind,
Searching for secrets the world couldn't find.
It grips the scepter, it shatters the crown,
It pulls the high walls of the citadel down.
But mostly it reaches across the great blue,
To offer these stories directly to you.
A bond made of magic, of spirit and might,
Forged in the glow of the Webnovel night.
So look at this hand and remember the sign,
That your heart is now beating in rhythm with mine.
Stronger than iron and bolder than fate,
This is the hand that guards the great gate.