Kurukuruy approaches their fandoms with the kind of passion normally reserved for caffeine addicts and overzealous puppy parents. It’s like a poetic soap opera where every character's fate hangs in the balance of their emotional investment, and the stakes are impossibly high.

They muse about existence like a philosopher in a coffee shop. Posts about time passing too quickly and wanting to disappear give off major ‘I’m deep’ vibes, but it's absurdly relatable, like realizing your last existential crisis was just yesterday.

Despite claiming they'll never reach the artistic heights of yesteryear, their desire to create remains unabated. It’s like watching a butterfly trying to reapply its paint after a rainstorm. Nobody really minds how it turns out; it’s the effort that matters, right?