Hidden in plain sight, my true identity prowls through Ficly,
with the cloak of Pareidolia hanging on his shoulders,
careful not to be seen, yet proud to use his true name.

Pretending to be something which he is not,
Stretched and squeezed until he is barely recognizable.
Yet eerily familiar, all the same.

On black and green fields, my favorite colors, lies he,
Lying awkwardly in his pale box,
He is my avatar, my identity,

And if you cannot see his true nature,
And you tilt your head just a bit
In confusion, then you will see.

He is my avatar
My identity,
The true name of J. Rein. B.
[that’s me. XD]