The University of the Unfound is a psychological and philosophical fiction about identity, memory, and the quiet systems that shape who we become. Avery, a student who arrives at a mysterious university with no memory of choosing it. Inside, learning goes beyond knowledge-it reshapes memory, identity, and the self itself. As Avery explores the strange structure of the university, they discover that nothing here is only about education. Every lesson changes how students see themselves, how they remember their past, and even what they believe they are becoming. In a place where identity is constantly rewritten, Avery is forced to face a question that grows harder to ignore: "If everything about you can be changed, what part of you was ever truly yours?"

A collection of fragments shaped by feeling, and gathers poems that refuse to belong to a single form. Moving between softness and intensity, silence and confession, each piece exists as it needs to- unbound by genre, yet connected by emotion. These pages hold moments that linger: thoughts that could not stay quiet, stories that never asked for structure, and verses that found their way into being. Written in shifting tones and shades, this collection becomes a space where poetry, fragments, and stories- where nothing is fixed, yet everything is felt.

A collection of short stories that drift across different genres, each one unfolding like a different phase of the night. Within these pages, stories are not fixed- they move, breathe, and transform. Each one rises from fragments of emotion, imagination, and silence, forming worlds that shift, linger, and fade. Ink of the Purple Moon gathers these shifting tales into a single collection, where nothing remains still for long and every story exist under a quiet, unseen presence above. Together, they become something larger- mysterious, atmospheric, and endlessly changing.

Suzerain Rosales spent her life avoiding even the tiniest wound-because with her rare blood disorder, one cut could mean death. She lived carefully, never letting herself bleed. But the night she found a man, bleeding, broken, unconscious in the trash, and chose to save him, everything she'd tried to escape came rushing in. Violence. Danger. Trouble. Blood. The man she saved was an Italian mafia boss. And from that moment on, her life began to soak in blood in his hands. Since then, she hasn't stopped bleeding. But she has to, because of him. . . Vlodemir, who she would die for. . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

Mature Content Warning: R18+

You can read this as a standalone story! Sartori #2 "I abused Diablos..." Diablos, the third-born boss of the Sartorian Mafia, was a man who could not be tamed due to his uncontrollable anger. He had to drink the bitter medicines prescribed by the family doctor to keep himself restrained. Never did he imagine that he would taste the sweetest sensation from a woman's skin, far better than bitterness. That taste became the only thing that kept him under control during his fits of rage. But because of his obsession with it, his kindness was abused. . . . Mature Content Warning: R18+

You can read this as a standalone story! Sartori #1 "Damien... got addicted to me." Damien, the youngest boss of the Sartorian Mafia, was a man who could not be calmed. Illegal drugs were his way of coping with his anger, until he discovered a strange aroma. He never expected to experience true euphoria from a woman's natural scent, something far more intoxicating than the effects of the drugs he once relied on. . . . WARNING: This story is unedited! All chapters are in their first drafts! Thank you!