Álfur here, trans-poly-pan-ND indie and self-published author from Iceland. 
Writer of god-haunted love stories, grief-drenched slow burns, and characters who survive even when they don't think they deserve to.

Neurodivergent. Myth-stained. Probably a forest cryptid.

Lost 11 years of writing-fifty stories, a whole era of my life-when my old account was locked and likely deleted. Still showed up. Still started again.

This profile is my no-pressure chaos corner. A place to scream, feel, spiral, and write for the sake of breathing.

Lore-gremlin behind The Shattered Sphere, an epic fantasy novel about gods, grief, memory, and resistance. Slowly forging it into a published book.

The Last Prayer Was Mine is my emotional side-quest.
It's for everyone who ever whispered into the void and hoped something whispered back.

Currently deep in my Kinunnos era.

(Would you still love me if I were a worm?)
(If? You are a worm.)