{"success":true,"data":{"story":{"id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","user_id":"4dffa07e-e03d-431e-8cba-642eb2cbfdb7","title":"Mikhail and the Ember","slug":"mikhail-and-the-ember","status":"published","cover_image_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/f6aae4bd-6b07-4894-97ca-242fc64e443d_1770955213384.png","pdf_url":null,"print_status":null,"pdf_generated_at":null,"created_at":"2026-02-13T03:59:59.984907+00:00","updated_at":"2026-04-16T14:36:10.272651+00:00","published_at":"2026-02-13T04:18:28.976+00:00","genre":"fairy-tale","art_style":"storybook-classic","reaction_count":0,"video_url":null,"video_status":null,"video_generated_at":null,"video_voice_id":null,"generation_status":"completed","total_pages":12,"cover_audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/cover/audio_1770955202829.mp3","cover_voice_id":"EXAVITQu4vr4xnSDxMaL","cover_audio_duration_ms":3840,"background_music_url":null,"background_music_prompt":null,"background_music_duration_ms":null,"language":"en"},"pages":[{"id":"f6aae4bd-6b07-4894-97ca-242fc64e443d","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":1,"text":"In a village nestled in a land of long, cold winters, lived a small, brave boy named Mikhail.","illustration_prompt":"A snow-covered village scene with small houses huddled together. A thin boy, Mikhail, stands in the foreground looking towards the village. The overall tone is cold and bleak, but with a hint of warmth emanating from the houses.","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/f6aae4bd-6b07-4894-97ca-242fc64e443d_1770955213384.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:00:00.591898+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:08:22.797947+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":null,"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/f6aae4bd-6b07-4894-97ca-242fc64e443d_1770955213384.png","prompt":"A snow-covered village scene with small houses huddled together. A thin boy, Mikhail, stands in the foreground looking towards the village. The overall tone is cold and bleak, but with a hint of warmth emanating from the houses.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:00:17.297Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/f6aae4bd-6b07-4894-97ca-242fc64e443d/audio_1770955219310.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":5669,"layout_type":null},{"id":"448bc138-3c2b-4c42-af43-8e26400d89f1","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":2,"text":"Winter was harsh. It stayed, it pressed, and it froze everything it touched.","illustration_prompt":"Close-up of a gnarled, snow-covered tree branch with ice cracking it. Wind is visibly blowing snow around. The scene emphasizes the harshness and unrelenting nature of winter.","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/448bc138-3c2b-4c42-af43-8e26400d89f1_1770955229374.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:00:21.456062+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:00:35.423736+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":null,"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/448bc138-3c2b-4c42-af43-8e26400d89f1_1770955229374.png","prompt":"Close-up of a gnarled, snow-covered tree branch with ice cracking it. Wind is visibly blowing snow around. The scene emphasizes the harshness and unrelenting nature of winter.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:00:31.591Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/448bc138-3c2b-4c42-af43-8e26400d89f1/audio_1770955233635.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":4310,"layout_type":null},{"id":"b017858a-0dfc-40b4-a09a-096390234408","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":3,"text":"One year, winter came early, and the village fire went out, leaving everyone in darkness and cold.","illustration_prompt":"A dark and gloomy scene of the village square. People are huddled together looking sad and cold. The fire pit in the center of the square is empty and dark. Only a few candles dimly light the scene.","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/b017858a-0dfc-40b4-a09a-096390234408_1770955244763.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:00:35.68473+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:00:55.176949+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":null,"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/b017858a-0dfc-40b4-a09a-096390234408_1770955244763.png","prompt":"A dark and gloomy scene of the village square. People are huddled together looking sad and cold. The fire pit in the center of the square is empty and dark. Only a few candles dimly light the scene.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:00:49.578Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/b017858a-0dfc-40b4-a09a-096390234408/audio_1770955253304.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":5146,"layout_type":null},{"id":"a0e3c013-49de-4697-b3ef-b7e7188b7574","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":4,"text":"The elders spoke of a watchtower across the frozen lake where a single flame still burned.","illustration_prompt":"User uploaded image","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/user-images/4dffa07e-e03d-431e-8cba-642eb2cbfdb7/ai_edit_1770956102480.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:00:55.450512+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:18:42.40176+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":{"type":"doc","content":[{"type":"paragraph","attrs":{"textAlign":"center"},"content":[{"text":"The elders spoke of a watchtower across the frozen lake where a single flame still burned.","type":"text"}]}]},"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/a0e3c013-49de-4697-b3ef-b7e7188b7574_1770955265677.png","prompt":"The village elders gathered around a table, lit by candlelight. The oldest woman is pointing towards a distant, snow-covered watchtower across a frozen lake visible through a window. The mood is serious and concerned.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:01:11.585Z"},{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/user-images/4dffa07e-e03d-431e-8cba-642eb2cbfdb7/ai_edit_1770955755750.png","prompt":"User uploaded image","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:09:18.986Z"},{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/user-images/4dffa07e-e03d-431e-8cba-642eb2cbfdb7/ai_edit_1770956102480.png","prompt":"User uploaded image","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:15:06.151Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/a0e3c013-49de-4697-b3ef-b7e7188b7574/audio_1770955275298.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":4728,"layout_type":null},{"id":"63330cd8-181f-4789-a02d-c91d6e096b4f","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":5,"text":"\"The lake ice is too thin!\" the men cried, but Mikhail stepped forward. \"I will go.\"","illustration_prompt":"Mikhail standing bravely in front of the elders. The men are shaking their heads in disagreement. Mikhail looks determined but slightly scared. The frozen lake and distant watchtower are visible in the background.","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/63330cd8-181f-4789-a02d-c91d6e096b4f_1770955289705.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:01:17.734468+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:01:38.086277+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":null,"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/63330cd8-181f-4789-a02d-c91d6e096b4f_1770955289705.png","prompt":"Mikhail standing bravely in front of the elders. The men are shaking their heads in disagreement. Mikhail looks determined but slightly scared. The frozen lake and distant watchtower are visible in the background.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:01:33.588Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/63330cd8-181f-4789-a02d-c91d6e096b4f/audio_1770955297305.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":5329,"layout_type":null},{"id":"88a2861f-227b-4348-9868-d2f891dbee39","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":6,"text":"At dawn, he walked onto the frozen lake. The wind howled, and the ice groaned under his feet.","illustration_prompt":"Mikhail walking onto a vast, frozen lake. The wind is blowing snow around him. Cracks are visible in the ice beneath his feet. He is small against the vast, white landscape.","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/88a2861f-227b-4348-9868-d2f891dbee39_1770955307571.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:01:39.000727+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:02:06.290551+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":null,"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/88a2861f-227b-4348-9868-d2f891dbee39_1770955307571.png","prompt":"Mikhail walking onto a vast, frozen lake. The wind is blowing snow around him. Cracks are visible in the ice beneath his feet. He is small against the vast, white landscape.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:01:59.640Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/88a2861f-227b-4348-9868-d2f891dbee39/audio_1770955324040.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":5616,"layout_type":null},{"id":"714d4fa9-e86f-4fd2-899e-e1730d8134d4","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":7,"text":"Crack... He did not run. One careful step at a time, he moved forward.","illustration_prompt":"Close-up of Mikhail's boots on the cracking ice. Focus on the cracks and the precariousness of his situation. His face is determined despite the danger.","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/714d4fa9-e86f-4fd2-899e-e1730d8134d4_1770955344341.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:02:07.490075+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:02:37.890339+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":null,"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/714d4fa9-e86f-4fd2-899e-e1730d8134d4_1770955344341.png","prompt":"Close-up of Mikhail's boots on the cracking ice. Focus on the cracks and the precariousness of his situation. His face is determined despite the danger.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:02:28.540Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/714d4fa9-e86f-4fd2-899e-e1730d8134d4/audio_1770955353741.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":4206,"layout_type":null},{"id":"e12feef3-5579-4116-b92e-8d4ee2107662","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":8,"text":"He reached the old tower and found a tiny flame trembling inside a rusted lantern.","illustration_prompt":"Mikhail inside the watchtower, shielding a small, flickering flame inside a rusted lantern with his hands. His face is illuminated by the warm glow of the flame.","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/e12feef3-5579-4116-b92e-8d4ee2107662_1770955384375.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:02:39.815696+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:03:16.031552+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":null,"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/e12feef3-5579-4116-b92e-8d4ee2107662_1770955384375.png","prompt":"Mikhail inside the watchtower, shielding a small, flickering flame inside a rusted lantern with his hands. His face is illuminated by the warm glow of the flame.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:03:09.140Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/e12feef3-5579-4116-b92e-8d4ee2107662/audio_1770955393640.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":4310,"layout_type":null},{"id":"b2f40a50-465e-402a-848b-0fea41abefb1","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":9,"text":"He waited, letting the flame grow stronger, then carefully placed a glowing ember in a clay jar wrapped in wool.","illustration_prompt":"Mikhail carefully placing a glowing ember into a small clay jar wrapped in wool. Focus on the care and gentleness of his actions. The lantern flame is brighter now.","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/b2f40a50-465e-402a-848b-0fea41abefb1_1770955423440.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:03:17.714494+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:04:01.906233+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":null,"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/b2f40a50-465e-402a-848b-0fea41abefb1_1770955423440.png","prompt":"Mikhail carefully placing a glowing ember into a small clay jar wrapped in wool. Focus on the care and gentleness of his actions. The lantern flame is brighter now.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:03:54.140Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/b2f40a50-465e-402a-848b-0fea41abefb1/audio_1770955438740.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":5747,"layout_type":null},{"id":"b21a1ad7-3e3f-4f72-8a9a-6b37052c6b75","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":10,"text":"The wind and snow tried to steal the ember, but he trusted and walked home.","illustration_prompt":"Mikhail walking back across the frozen lake, shielding the clay jar with his body. The wind is blowing fiercely, and snow is swirling around him. He has a determined look on his face.","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/b21a1ad7-3e3f-4f72-8a9a-6b37052c6b75_1770955464346.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:04:02.803069+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:04:38.907232+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":null,"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/b21a1ad7-3e3f-4f72-8a9a-6b37052c6b75_1770955464346.png","prompt":"Mikhail walking back across the frozen lake, shielding the clay jar with his body. The wind is blowing fiercely, and snow is swirling around him. He has a determined look on his face.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:04:30.040Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/b21a1ad7-3e3f-4f72-8a9a-6b37052c6b75/audio_1770955475641.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":3788,"layout_type":null},{"id":"dfa2f1f4-e2dc-4b64-8fcb-3f606b513782","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":11,"text":"He placed the ember into dry wood, and with a flicker, a flame rose!","illustration_prompt":"Mikhail kneeling in the village square, placing the ember into a pile of dry wood. A small flame is starting to grow. The villagers are watching with hopeful expressions.","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/dfa2f1f4-e2dc-4b64-8fcb-3f606b513782_1770955514140.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:04:40.37805+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:05:38.575466+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":null,"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/dfa2f1f4-e2dc-4b64-8fcb-3f606b513782_1770955514140.png","prompt":"Mikhail kneeling in the village square, placing the ember into a pile of dry wood. A small flame is starting to grow. The villagers are watching with hopeful expressions.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:05:29.440Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/dfa2f1f4-e2dc-4b64-8fcb-3f606b513782/audio_1770955535841.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":3944,"layout_type":null},{"id":"8f0223d2-86f7-446a-bb93-2a70a00564c3","story_id":"d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909","page_number":12,"text":"The village breathed again, warmed by the fire and the boy who carried the ember.","illustration_prompt":"The village is bathed in the warm glow of a large fire. Villagers are smiling and huddling around the fire, feeling warmth and relief. Mikhail is standing near the fire, looking happy and proud. The scene is warm and hopeful.","illustration_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/8f0223d2-86f7-446a-bb93-2a70a00564c3_1770955570340.png","created_at":"2026-02-13T04:05:40.086148+00:00","updated_at":"2026-02-13T04:06:31.591695+00:00","text_position":"below","text_style":{"align":"center","fontSize":1.25,"bgOpacity":0.7},"content":null,"image_history":[{"url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/8f0223d2-86f7-446a-bb93-2a70a00564c3_1770955570340.png","prompt":"The village is bathed in the warm glow of a large fire. Villagers are smiling and huddling around the fire, feeling warmth and relief. Mikhail is standing near the fire, looking happy and proud. The scene is warm and hopeful.","createdAt":"2026-02-13T04:06:24.613Z"}],"audio_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-audio/stories/d0c74899-1e8c-481f-bf77-7aafe6aa3909/pages/8f0223d2-86f7-446a-bb93-2a70a00564c3/audio_1770955588439.mp3","voice_id":"21m00Tcm4TlvDq8ikWAM","audio_duration_ms":4441,"layout_type":null}],"author":{"display_name":"supathamizhiniyan","username":"supathamizhiniyan","bio":"Father of twins. Storyteller. Frequent inhabitant of Asteroid B-612. To the world, I am an adult; to my boys, I am a fellow traveler. I am a man who remembers that \"grown-ups never understand anything by themselves,\" so I let my children lead the way.","avatar_url":"https://nvbsjwsmpkhmjnpzqsfk.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/story-images/avatars/4dffa07e-e03d-431e-8cba-642eb2cbfdb7_1769318481353.jpeg"}}}