Welcome to my secret garden. Here, flowers bloom out of season and stories grow quietly in the dark.

This space holds the tales I never finished, the dreams I never confessed, and the emotions I kept hidden for too long. Every chapter is a petal I was afraid to show, and every character is a part of me I never meant to reveal.

I write to breathe, to escape, and to bloom in the places where I once wilted. If you wandered here by accident, stay for a moment. Some stories are meant to be found slowly, like a forbidden bloom opening when no one is watching.