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Ash & Echo
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  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published May 18
She wasn't born a siren.
She became one the night she buried love and sang instead.

A story about a girl with a dangerous voice and the man who keeps finding her in every life she tries to escape.

"You sing, like you remember dying."

"And you, listen like you wish you could."

Laleh's voice is more than beautiful.

It's haunted.

Ancient.

Cursed.

And not entirely hers.

She doesn't remember where it came from.

She doesn't remember him.

But he remembers everything.

Ashir has watched her die in other lives. Watched her become flame, ruin, myth. Watched her sing gods to sleep and men to their knees. In every life, he's found her. In every life, she forgets.

This one, though? This one he can't let go.

When Laleh's voice begins to unravel the curse buried in her blood, an older power awakens  jealous, grieving, hungry. And Ashir must choose:

Love or memory.
Magic or mortality.
Power or peace.

Because this isn't just about remembering.
It's about whether she wants to.
And who she'll become if she does.


🖋 What to Expect:

Reincarnation + soul-deep obsession

Mortal × immortal slow burn

Siren mythology + lyrical magic

Dreamy prose, haunting voice, aching intimacy

Sacred love in a doomed cycle
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Beneath the Shadowlanders

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We knew something wasn't right from the moment we awoke. It was like something was missing - a part of our very souls - and we couldn't sense the deficiency, no matter how hard we tried. A hundred million eyes adjusted to the dark all at once, all surprised to be awakened so soon. We ran through our checklists of limbs and senses, drawing ourselves out of our dreams piece by piece. Some went back to sleep, unaware, unbothered, too tired to notice the difference. Some lay in bed, too anxious to stand until the light of dawn crept through their windows at last, and they were sure the monsters in their closets had gone back to sleep. Some leapt from their slumbers, more keenly aware than others that the missing pieces were important. But we didn't know. We couldn't have. Not until we found ourselves standing in the light and discovered: We no longer had shadows.