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I was 7 years old when I created him. A green goblin head with long pointy ears, beady eyes, and a toothy grin. His lines were uneven, his face lopsided, his teeth jagged. He wasn’t scary, he wasn’t cute. He was simply Glob. He lived in the margins of my childhood notebook; between math problems, doodles, and half-erased ideas. A private god I had no name for until the pencil moved and wrote it down. Glob. For years, that’s where he stayed. A forgotten scribble. A dumb little goblin face. A piece of childhood that had no purpose, no audience, no destiny.... until now.