My words don't belong to one shape. They become poems, fragments, stories, whatever they need to be-- always tinted in violet, always trying to hold what I can't say out loud. 💜
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In-purple-paradise
May 06, 2026 04:03PM
Hi my lovely Amethysts Just a quick little update—I’ll be dropping a new story later this week! ✨ I’ve been pouring a lot of time and ideas into this one, and I’m really excited (and a bit nervous)...View all Conversations
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The University of the Unfound
The University of the Unfound is a psychological and philosophical fiction about identity, memory, and the qu...
Ink of the Purple Moon: Fragments...
A collection of fragments shaped by feeling, and gathers poems that refuse to belong to a single form. Moving...
Ink of the Purple Moon
A collection of short stories that drift across different genres, each one unfolding like a different phase o...