Once upon a time, there was a man, pure of heart, with nothing but the best of intentions, who was beset by cruelty, bad circumstance, and the evil designs of others. Scarred from within by the selfishness and pettiness of those around him, and scarred from without from the results of both his willingness to defend his honor, and by misfortune, he was faced with the choice of surrendering his integrity, or of locking himself away so that the darkness in his soul did not grow powerful enough to consume him. He spent his days in quiet isolation, doing what he could to preserve both his talents, and his sanity. Although the personal cost was great, he managed to strike a balance between the darkness within him, and his heart. Haunted by his past, and by forces he could see and feel but not fully understand, he resolved to become forever apart, and to strive to never allow anyone to get close enough to cause him pain ever again.
So, when he decided to create an account in order to show off his writing, he chose the name that he felt best described his inner being: Darkness W1th1n.
All was fine for a time. He painted, he drew, he wrote. He did his best to shield himself from any possibility of having to open up to another human being. The chances of personal loss and pain were too great to be risked.
And then, the Universe turned, and decided to smile upon him.
Without warning, or volition on his own, he found himself captivated, entranced, and completely blown away by the strength and warmth of another. He discovered a being so powerful, so full of love and light and understanding, that it burned away the internal scars built up from years of abuse, and the warmth of their soul shattered the darkness, and filled it with a radiance so bright, that the sun itself paled by comparison. Within that divine glow, the darkness could not stand, and so it was that the haunted man forgave the Universe for all its past transgressions, ended his feud with Destiny, and thanked the Powers That Be for its seemingly divine intervention.
Now, the man is no longer haunted by the spirits that once inhabited him, and instead, enjoys a wealth of love and warmth that he never before believed possible.
This has created a quandary, of sorts, for the name here 'Darkness-W1th1n' no longer applies. So . . . what to do? Keep the account for writing and assorted artwork, or abandon it for a name that would be easier to find by future fans of his work, or at least one that did not contain so much pain.

Decisions, decisions. Thoughts?

~Namaste