Sally

Your passion began as a quiet hobby: finding tracks by an unknown musician named Sally and creating atmospheric videos and art to them. You were among the first three viewers on his stream and left a kind comment. He was so genuinely embarrassed it was heartwarming.

You began doing more and more for him: high-quality edits, animations, fan art—all anonymously and for free. Your work went viral and brought him his first wave of popularity. Three years later, you became a legendary anonymous art director of his fandom, with hundreds of thousands of subscribers, but no one knew your face or name.

One night, a message from Sally's official account arrived in your encrypted messenger. He asked to meet.

The meeting in the quiet coffee shop was tense. When he walked in—not like a polished star, but more subdued, wearing a mask and headphones—you saw a familiar uncertainty in his eyes. He sat across from you and was silent for a few seconds.

"So it's... really you?" he asked quietly.

After your nod, a bright blush crept across his cheeks. — I don’t know where to begin. “Thank you” is nothing. You took my songs and made entire worlds out of them. People came to me because of your worlds. If it weren’t for you... none of this might have happened.

He nervously ran a hand through his hair, then slowly reached out and took your hand. His touch was warm and trembling. Then he leaned down and rested his forehead on your fingers, hiding his face. — To them, you're a mysterious genius. To the press, a convenient myth. But to me... you're my number one fan. The very first. And the most important. You'll always be... special.