Hey there, lovely readers. Welcome to my little world. ✨
I’ve always been the kind of person who opens a book and hopes to disappear into it for a while. Long enough to forget a difficult day, an unfinished to-do list, or that I should have gone to sleep three chapters ago.
There’s something comforting about letting your world grow quiet while another comes alive. Wandering through an unfamiliar forest, falling for someone you probably shouldn’t, or wishing you could save a character who means everything to you.
That feeling is why I write, and what I hope to share here.
I’ve spent years keeping stories to myself and talking to imaginary characters at two in the morning. Sharing them feels a little scary, but I love the thought that somewhere I’ve dreamed about might become a place you want to visit, too.
New chapters every Friday and Sundays. 🌙🩵
Make something to drink, curl up under a blanket, and let it all wait for a little while.
When the gates opened, I only wanted to stay ordinary. Becoming a guide made that difficult. Four years later, I carry guns and knives, hide my face on missions, and keep espers alive, even when they make me regret it. I stay with a team I can barely stand and keep everyone at a distance. T...
I had mourned them as characters on a page. Now I’m living in their world, before the tragedies that will tear them apart. They’re still alive, and I know what’s coming. But can I save the people I grew to love, or will changing their story cost me my own?