Drifting between reality and reverie, I carve kingdoms from silence and crown them with fire. My tales breathe of love that ruins and ruin that feels like destiny, of ghosts cloaked in velvet and monarchs reborn from ashes. Each word is a fragment of midnight, a confession etched in shadows, a secret longing to be heard. Stay, if you dare, for within my stories lie not just worlds imagined , but reflections of the darkness we carry, and the light we fear to touch.