Zāna field report, a crashlog, a love letter to the curiousHi. I'm Zān.Yes, that Zān.This isn't your usual "chosen one saves the world" story. I wasn't chosen. I wasn't even invited. I just noticed something weird in the rain, chased it upstream, and accidentally found a problem big enough to drown a city. The bots didn't care. The system didn't notice. But I did.I wasn't trying to be brave. I was trying to understand. That's how it always starts, with a question no one else thought to ask.So if you like your protagonists tidy, quiet, and good at following directions... skip this.But if you've ever been called too much, too loud, too curious, too chaotic, too damn everything, well, this might be for you.Because the world doesn't get saved by perfect people. It gets saved by weirdos with duct-taped bots, backup plans made of spite, and a brain full of questions.Come see what happens when the girl who never fit the system decides it's the system that's broken.Crashlog open. Let's begin.-Zān