✨ Just a ghost with ink on their hands ✨
I write under moonlight, where secrets breathe and shadows listen. Stories here are spellwork-woven with smoke, blood, and whispered names. No face, no past, just words that linger like candle smoke in an empty room.

𓆩 ☽ 𓆪

If you're here, you've found a corner of the labyrinth. Tread softly, the ink bites back. I'm a roleplayer. I slip between borrowed skins, breathing life into ghosts and gods. Characters are vessels, and through them I carve worlds of shadow and fire. Sometimes healer, monster-always a storyteller in disguise.