❛❛ We carry galaxies in our mouths, but most of the stars are already dead . . . ❜❜ This is a collection for the muted ghosts living inside our heads. Every poem digs into the dark corners of thought, love, loss, and the little betrayals we carry every day. Grim, reflective, and unafraid to stare into the void, these words linger long after you close the page. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

🏆 | Round 2 Qualifier of ONC 2026 ❛❛ The bells of Poveglia rang not from towers, but from the depths of a saltwater grave. You watched as the walls of the asylum breathed with the pulse of those long forgotten by God. Holiness had once been a promise of salvation, but here, it was revealed as just another kind of hunger . . . ❜❜ A chance meeting in a Venetian museum leads an architect and a photographer into the heart of a maritime nightmare. They journey to the forbidden island of Poveglia, where the soil is enriched by ash and the corridors reverberate with the screams of the past. As the boundaries between memory and madness dissolve, they discover that some sins refuse to stay buried beneath the lagoon. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

🏆 | Round 2 Qualifier of ONC 2026 ❛❛ She remembered the labyrinth of secrets that had drawn her in, secrets she could not yet comprehend. He had carried the weight of guilt and forces older than memory, hiding behind a mask of piety. Together, they had faced a world that refused mercy, discovering that freedom and redemption existed only in the spaces between lives, identities, and worlds . . . ❜❜ A nun and a priest navigate a world where faith and deception collide, and the line between reality and fevered dreams dissolves. The Vatican experiments on belief itself, and the Crevice waits for those who are lost, cursed, or forgotten. In this collapsing reality, love and sacrifice may be the only paths to survival---and the only means to remember. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

🏆 | Round 2 Qualifier of ONC 2026 ❛❛ He was living on a heartbeat that was not even his, a pulse bought with blood and a whole lot of silence. Inside the Corpus, where the walls literally breathed and the shadows were looking for a reason to hunt, saying his own name was the fastest way to break his soul. They were stuck navigating a nightmare made of bone and pain, realizing that the only way to make it out was to hang onto the memories that just would not stay dead . . . ❜❜ Galateya and Shelomoh are trying to survive the Corpus, a city made of flesh where you cannot tell where a person ends and the architecture begins. It is run by the Father and the Mother---basically a pair of monsters turning suffering into a science---and the city itself eats the names and memories of anyone caught in its veins. In a place where a single word can literally shatter your body, they must get to the heart of the madness and find themselves before they are lost to the silence for good. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

❛❛ He tells her the world will break anyone who dares to hope, and she laughs, refusing to listen. She moves forward no matter what he says, and he finds himself following, even when he does not want to. He thought he had lost all care, but with her, he begins to remember what it feels like to protect, to fight, and to feel alive . . . ❜❜ Galateya keeps running through a world that never stops, where danger waits at every turn. Shelomoh has seen hope die before, and he does not believe anyone can survive this chaos. When she nearly dies, he saves her, and together they face monsters, floods, and the endless chase. She is fearless and determined, and he is bitter but protective. In a place that devours everything, their bond might be the only thing that keeps them alive. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026

❛❛ To be known is to be devoured gently . . . ❜❜ A body of prose and poetry where longing, ruin, and divinity collide into one another. These pages trace the surrender of names, of selves, to forces both intimate and unknowable. This is a witness to becoming-through loss, through beauty, through the violence of being seen. 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Wattpad 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Banner & Cover by @mxtsuro 𖦹 𓍼꩟ ﹻ © Enmesharra ,, 2026