They call me Auren.
But over time, that name began to feel like an echo - something that belonged to the world, not to me. So I created Neyvryn.

Neyvryn isn't just a name - it's a space. A place between memory and oblivion, where silence learns to speak and pain learns to write. It's where I archive the fragments of my mind - thoughts that never made it into conversations, emotions that were too heavy for daylight.

I write for the quiet ones, the thinkers, the ones who feel everything yet show nothing. My words aren't stories; they're confessions dressed in metaphors. Each piece I write carries a pulse, a heartbeat - a reminder that even broken things can create rhythm.

I believe words can save people - not by fixing them, but by reminding them they're not alone in the ache. Because pain, when spoken, becomes poetry; and poetry, when shared, becomes healing.

Through Neyvryn, I don't promise light. I promise truth - even when it's messy, raw, and hard to hold. I write about love that burns, silence that screams, and moments that never learned how to end.

Maybe I'm not trying to be understood. Maybe I'm just trying to remember - the person I was before I learned how to hide.

Welcome to my archive -
where every word is a wound,
and every wound still hopes to mean something.

- Auren // Neyvryn