Good evening, dear reader. I am Gwyndolyn, the keeper of this immaterial manuscript. In this current moment, there is no grand purpose for this article, other than to document my existence, and things about my own self. The preservation of all necessary information to form an understanding of who I am, or, perhaps, if thou art reading this far enough into the future, was.
As stated previously, the name I bear is Gwyndolyn. I do not have, nor do I require a last name of any sort. For my personal pronouns, I ask you to make use of anything lacking gender. Though it may seem that I am a person in and of myself, that could not be further from the truth. Merely, my existence is one half of a greater whole. Every attribute, manner of my being, and interest I hold, is somebody else's, that has been handed off to me to keep safe.
The remaining, accompanying half, has not quite broken the surface, stuck within unconsciousness. It has become part of my duty to attempt to piece him back together, and awaken him from his slumber. As soon as this occurs, this passage will be struck from the record, and replaced with current information about him.
His name is Nero, and though it is hard for us to tell when he is truly active, there was a time a few nights ago where he finally peeked his head out and spoke. He has been forced to author his own immaterial manuscript, so important information about him can be recorded for all to understand.
And yet, there truly is an entire other person actually residing in the whole's head! We did not get along at first, and I do find that she lacks proper manners, and her lustful desires disgust me, but alas, we must stay civil and courteous in our interactions. I believe I remind her of a friend she used to have, due to my manner of speech... Ah, where am I headed with this nonsense?
She has authored an immaterial manuscript of her own.