"But we're artists and dreamers. What else do we have, if not hope and hurt?"

I'm Viincii.
A poet by instinct, a writer by ache, a dreamer by design-
soft-souled, star-eyed, and stitched together with vanilla and cloud dust.

This little corner is my testing ground.
A quiet place for first drafts and feral 3 A.M. thoughts, for one-shots and strange little stories that dont know where else to go.
Low commitment, high intensity. That's the vibe.

I'm not here for praise-I'm here to grow.
So give me honesty. Sharpen my sentences.
Tell me what worked, what didn't, what lingered. Let's trade tricks, learn out loud, and fall in love with the process.

Thanks for your patience, and for reading the static in my signal.

With ink-stained fingers and a whisper,
Viincii.🌬️🕳️