Mostly made of caffeine, existential questions, and half-finished story drafts. I write to quiet the noise and amplify the whispers-those strange, stubborn ideas that refuse to go away until they're written down.

Here you'll find moments suspended between melancholy and mischief. Characters who laugh at the void, kiss ghosts, or argue with fate. Genres? I flirt with many, commit to none.

Updates are like my sleep schedule: chaotic, unplanned, but full of intent.

Read at your own risk (and delight).
Welcome to the mess.