This is me, redeeming my old self; the version of me who truly loved writing. I lost her somewhere along the way, buried beneath doubt, pressure, and distractions. But now, word by word, I'm finding her again. This is for her, for the stories she never got to finish, and for the voice I'm finally learning to trust once more. 

I'm here not to impress, but to express. To remember what it felt like to fall in love with a character, to cry over a scene that never left the draft folder, and to believe, even just a little, that maybe these words matter.  

So if you're reading this, thank you. You're witnessing a homecoming. A quiet rebellion against the voices that told me I wasn't good enough. A soft, persistent whisper that says, "keep going."

 Here's to beginnings that feel like returns. Thank you for giving these pages a chance to breathe again.  

-hiraerine, who was once adihiraya