Welcome back, my Serpents.
Holy Merlin—thank you. Truly. Thank you to every single one of you who opened Echo-Tide, stayed through the quiet moments, felt the tension between the lines, and trusted me with your time and emotions. This story has lived in my head and heart for longer than I can explain, and seeing it read, felt, and held by others is unreal in the best way.
Echo-Tide was never meant to be loud. It was meant to linger. To haunt. To move like water—slow, inevitable, and impossible to ignore once it reaches you. The fact that you stayed with it, that you listened to what wasn’t always said, means more than I can put into words.
Your support, your patience, your messages, your quiet presence—you’ve made this journey feel less solitary and far more meaningful. Stories like this don’t survive without readers who are willing to sit in the shadows and feel deeply. You did exactly that.
So thank you for reading. Thank you for trusting the process. And thank you for being here—because this is only the beginning.
The tide remembers.
And so do I.
I just was number #1 for Species, so thank you all for reading. And never forget December 31st.
Until the story remembers us.
The Circle endures.
Nxyara.
