I call myself Architect of INK and ASHES 
~ MYRIAD OF SWORDS.  

 I watch the shadows so you don't have to. My ink is cold, my worlds are ancient, and my characters don't seek heaven-they build their own thrones in hell.  I am a weaver of gilded tragedies and a collector of beautiful ruins. My soul resides where the ink meets the edge of a blade, and my heart beats to the rhythm of high-stakes vengeance and royal echoes. I spend my days watching the world through a vintage lens, finding poetry in the dark and drama in the silence. I don't just write stories; I build altars for the misunderstood, the powerful, and the broken.

 Through the mist of forgotten legends and the cold steel of modern empires, I invite you to step into my world-a place where angels are hellbound, queens are forged in fire, and the line between a kiss and a killing is thinner than a page.  

Enter softly.   

The shadows here have teeth, and the ink never truly dries.         

   BIO :  
"I do not exist in the outer realms." 

My presence is confined to these ink-stained digital walls. I possess no Instagram, no external scrolls, and no portals to other lands. If you seek me elsewhere, you are chasing a mirage. Any attempts to contact me outside of this Wattpad sanctuary will result in you screaming into a void that I have professionally ignored. 🥀✨

"I am currently in 'Chaos Mode.' My heart is a void where real-world feelings go to be ignored, but my library is a shrine to fictional men who would probably ruin my life. 
While I may weep over a fictional confession, I am a philophobic fortress in the flesh. I am not seeking a protagonist; I am merely a spectator of the chaos. If you are not a figment of a brilliant author's imagination or a collection of ink and tropes, please keep a respectful, six-foot distance from my heart. 

NB - I am here for the plot, the prose, and the fictional mess."