Hi! I'm Arya. I live in a small cramped place humans call a Skull. It's dark and moist here, but still, very warm and cozy.

I am in charge of a lot of things, one, keep this shell-a body, alive. It's been difficult, especially in this kind of world, but I am managing.

Our existence is nothing but a lie. Someday, we'll all leave this place just to drift into oblivion. We'll just float somewhere into the abyss. We're only existing because of time, after all. And that too is temporary.

Does the thought scare me? Maybe the endocrine system of this shell sends some cortisol when I think about these. That too is trivial, but it is valid.

Thank you for visiting this page. You can grab some coffee too while reading some of my stories. The characters are not real, but when they're moving inside your head, they are. Please enjoy your stay.

I'm thinking of you too,
Arya Hale ʕっ•ᴥ•ʔっ