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Thank you so much for reaching 5,000 reads on my stories, Hopeless Shadow and Golden Urns. I deeply appreciate every read and vote. I’m truly grateful for all your support, especially because this story is one that comes from the depths of my soul, and I’m honored to share it with you. I feel like every chapter exposes something about myself. It was uncomfortable at first to use a language that will define the yearning and something that I consider rotten inside of me. It is like being naked to the eyes before you.
          
          
          I initially planned Hopeless Shadow and Golden Urns as a trilogy, aiming to write a total of 200 chapters. But as I began writing volume two, I realized that fitting 100 chapters into one volume would be overwhelming. I don’t want to cram everything into a single book. I know some readers may feel intimidated by very long volumes, and for the sake of my own balance — managing plot development alongside romantic signs of devotion, I decided it’s better to expand the story into a four-volume series. I know, I know huhu. But still, thank you so much for reading my story (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

author!!! congratulations po for hitting 5k reads sa hsgu. more numbers to come! super deserving!!!

Going back to my roots ✍︎
          
          
          Hopeless shadow and Golden urns 2:  Kabanata 86
          Poetry in Motion: Kabanata 11
          Signs of Romance: Simula 
          
          
          Happy reading (..◜ᴗ◝..)
          
          

Hi, how are you?
          
          
          Before I write, I just want to share something that has been sitting heavy on my chest for a long time. I read somewhere that to some people, the mere existence of a certain person in this world is, in itself, a form of hope. I want to bare my thoughts and be honest: I’m not in a state that I take any pleasure in. Everything feels so heavy — a kind of weight that no amount of word could ever truly capture. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel limited. This season of my life feels like the arrival of autumn — a smooth passage from the lively warmth of summer to winter's quiet calm. A transformation I wasn’t prepared for.
          
          
          Every one of my heartbeats feels like a distant dream I no longer recognize.
          And during times like this, my usual coping mechanism is to deactivate my socials — which I’ve already done. I’ve deactivated my personal accounts and deleted every social app. So, if you happen to message me on my Facebook account (scentofink wp), I won’t be able to respond. I will move like a gentle breeze, and I will hold and honor my truth. I know I’ll move forward eventually, but for now, let me sit with this pain — grieve it, if I must. I want to sit with it, but I don’t want to stay there too long. I’ll continue to write, finish everything, and hopefully publish more stories before the year ends.
          
          
          There is so much I still want to do, and I won’t let the sadness inside me stop me. I will grieve this pain and let it go — gently. And I will move forward with more softness and kindness than before. If you’re still reading this, thank you — thank you for still being here, for reading my story. I deeply appreciate every read, every comment, every vote. I’ll see you next year. But don’t worry — I’ll keep updating. Until then, stay healthy and safe. Thank you.

Hi, how are you?
          
          
          I just want to share my thoughts while writing the Kabanata 80 of Hopeless shadow and Golden urns. I got so emotional for a lot of reasons. It felt as if the air was thick while I was writing every single word—yet they all arrived to me like a gentle whisper. A reminder that I am the one writing the story. Even before writing the full plot, I knew I could never fully give justice to my imagination. I also knew that, in the process of writing this novel, it would reshape my perceptions about everything—and I was right.
          
          
          Writing this chapter, I fell in love with the story all over again. It sits me back to the desire resting in the deepest part of my bones. Two characters in this chapter, deeply in love yet their aspirations and desires do not follow the same thread and will never end the same way. As a writer, I already know what will happen next, yet I cannot help but cling to the hundreds and thousands of hopes now spilling at the cracks of my heart. It hurts when the separation is not only silent—but when the distance that follows becomes its own shadow.

congratulations on hitting 4k reads sa gl story niyo, hoping na matapos na ang book 2!

Hopeless shadow and Golden urns 2 (Chapter 67,68,69)
          
          Poetry in Motion (Kabanata 7,8,9) 
          
          Happy reading (⸝⸝╸-╺⸝⸝)

HAPPY 28K READS, MARTINA AND IÑIGO! (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

Hi, how are you?
          
          
          I know it’s been a while since I posted here. I will admit that writing a message like this feels novel, to be honest. I know the feelings resting in the deepest part of my heart, yet I can’t seem to find the words to translate them and I find it funny sometimes. 
          
          
          Hopeless Shadow and Golden Urns is a story that truly settled within me. It took me nine months just to finish the final outline. And to be honest, I never imagine writing a story like that. I don’t think I’ll ever write a story that completely satisfies the hunger resting in my bones, but still, I’m always glad. The years I spent in the scent of ink and silence, through winds and waves, it was then I knew: my strength was only a hopeless shadow, yet I made peace with that.
          
          
          Silence lingered for months, and the thread of my words kept circling the same question, for what felt like forever: to write, or to withhold. I’ve always longed for a path that would inflame every thread of my curiosity—and now that I’ve finished my degree, I’ve decided to write again. 
          
          
          This time, without leaving my story asleep in the waiting room of words. Thank you so much for believing. I hope you’re doing fine.

Hello, Miss A! I hope you are doing well po. So much love! <//3