🕯️ First Post - "Of Ink and Spells"
Welcome, dear soul.
 If you've found your way here, perhaps you weren't seeking answers,
 but refuge.
 I offer no certainties - only words.
 Words spun from silence, from sorrow and from the faint shimmer of hope.
 I write to understand what hurts and what heals,
 to summon the memory of what I was,
 and the whisper of what I might yet become.
This place is no kingdom, nor a tower.
 It is a clearing beneath an old oak,
 where wounds breathe and stories learn to mend themselves.
 Here, magic does not burn - it softly kindles.
 The poems you'll find are spells,
 the tales, doorways.
 And if one of my words happens to whisper
 something you didn't know you needed to hear,
 then this grimoire will have fulfilled its purpose.
So sit, light a candle, and listen.
 You needn't understand everything - only feel.
 For every word that heals
 begins with a trembling heart.
- 🌙 Erna Silver