🔪 INTRODUCTION - READ THIS BEFORE YOU BLEED This isn't a love story. It's a devotion. An obsession. A fever dream written in the middle of the night, with shaking hands and a mouth full of her name. If you're looking for a soft romance, turn back now. This is for the ones who loved too hard. Who stayed up waiting for a reply that never came. Who fell in love with a girl they never touched - and still wrote poems about the taste of her breath. This is the story of me and Grace. We've never met in real life. We met online, in the dark corners of night, in long messages and half-spoken dreams. She told me the name of her perfume. I sprayed it on my bed. And since then, she's lived in my lungs. This book is about that kind of love: the one that feels like worship, like cannibalism, like hallucination. It's obsessive. Queer. Poetic. Desperate. It's about hunger, self-ruin, the fear of being left, and the sacred violence of staying anyway. I won't lie - it's not pretty. But it's true. If you've ever fallen in love with a ghost, if you've ever begged someone to ruin you, if you've ever wanted to unzip a person's skin just to get closer. You'll understand. You'll feel it in your bones. Welcome to the shrine.