Fiore_shyra

I don’t even know where to start, but here goes. Some of you might skip this note — and that’s okay — but for those who stay, thank you for listening.
          	
          	Writing was once my passion, my escape, my secret safe space. It gave me joy. It gave me you. But lately, it feels less like a passion and more like a race I never signed up for. Updates, deadlines, expectations, and somewhere in all this, the warmth I once felt here is slipping away.
          	
          	We’ve built a family of 13k, and that number used to make me feel proud. But recently, I’ve been feeling strangely alone in this very space that once felt like home. More and more, it feels like people are here only for the next update, and I get it, truly. You have every right to ask. But I can’t help missing the little things — the heartfelt DMs, the thoughtful comments, the love that reminded me why I started writing in the first place.
          	
          	In real life, I’m going through things I can’t fully share, which is why I’ve been quiet. All I ask is — let’s make this two-way again. If my words still matter to you, show it not just with “when’s the next chapter?” but with a little love for the person behind them.
          	
          	Because I don’t just want an audience. I want us.