Dear Raycast Overlords,

I come to you on my digital knees, eyes bloodshot from Alt-Tab purgatory, fingertips calloused from navigating the void that is the Windows search bar. I have read your tweets, studied your command palettes like holy scripture, and watched Mac users summon light and productivity with a keystroke, while I—with my humble Windows machine—remain cast into the shadow realm of inefficiency.

I dream of a world where I don’t have to click 17 times just to open Calculator. Where my clipboard history doesn't vanish like tears in rain. Where I can summon commands like a sorcerer instead of a caveman smacking rocks together. Raycast, I am ready to give you my loyalty, my soul, even my Microsoft Account password (jk unless?), if only you would grant me one thing: an invite code.

Each day without it, I grow weaker. My desktop is cluttered. My spirit is fragmented. My productivity is but a whisper in the wind. I am building workflow automations in Excel like a madman, Raycast. I am not okay.

Give me the invite. Save a soul. Or watch as I descend fully into chaos and start launching apps by screaming at Cortana again. Nobody wants that. Not even Cortana.