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Apologies for unpublishing chapter 22 earlier. There’s some trouble happened. Now it’s fixed

Chapter 22 uploaded of echoes of the night is now live. Cheers

Sometimes I look at my old works and think about the person I was back then—naïve, unsure, still learning to put my heart into the words. And now… I’m different. I write with more care, more depth, more of myself in every line.
          
          But it’s painful when the world doesn’t notice. When people keep clinging to my old works, voting for them, reading them, while the new me, the work I’ve poured my growth, my soul, into, gets passed over silently. I don’t ask for much. A glance, a vote, a comment, a sign that someone is here with me in this moment. That’s all.
          
          I want to share, to connect, to grow. But it’s hard when the support I need feels like it’s just out of reach.
          
          
          
          Happy new year 2026
          
          With love,
          
          _Wallflower 

Advance happy new year to all my readers. And chapter 22 of “Echoes of the night” is on the way. And please support me through this journey as it means a lot that my story feels special if I get the support I want to write more and eventually to complete the story in the future.

Chapter 21 uploaded, cheers 

          I want to be honest for a moment — not dramatic, just honest.
          
          Watching readers continue to engage heavily with my older works while my current one stays mostly quiet has been… harder than I expected.
          
          This story isn’t something I wrote casually. It required more research, more emotional excavation, more rewriting, and more patience than anything I’ve done before. I’ve shown up for it consistently, and I’ve shown up for readers when they needed clarity or reassurance.
          
          I don’t regret writing it. I’m proud of it.
          But silence has weight.
          
          When a writer is actively growing and that growth goes unnoticed, it creates distance, not resentment, but a quiet kind of discouragement that’s hard to name. Which was the main reason I’ve gone for a long hiatus for about 2 and half years since I last wrote “the wretched love” and “edge of time”. 
          
          I’ll keep telling this story because it matters to me. I just wanted it said, once, that support for past works means something different than support for the work a writer is choosing now.
          
          And yeah to whoever still waiting for the next update: thank you chapter 21 is on the way. I wish you a very merry Christmas  

There's a bonus chapter coming up

Sheesh i tried to edit and the chapter disappeared anyways I fixed that, so yeah once again I'm saying chapter 20 uploaded. Cheers 

Chapter 20 uploaded cheers. Though it does not stop there. More visions are coming soon in chapter 21 where Wangji sees visions of his past.

I don’t usually explain my process, but this story deserves a few words.
          
          "Echoes of the Night" is a long-form AU. It’s meant to be read slowly, to be felt rather than rushed. The atmosphere, the silences, and the things left unsaid — all of it matters just as much as the plot itself. Every choice, every glance, every quiet moment is part of the world I’ve been trying to build for these characters.
          
          Some chapters may feel heavier, darker, or more unsettling than others. That’s intentional. The story isn’t just about what happens—it’s about what lingers, what echoes, what threads through the night long after the page is closed.
          
          I’ve poured a lot of care into giving even the smallest characters depth, history, and presence. They aren’t just names in the background; they are lives moving through this world, shaping it, and sometimes, reflecting the choices we all make.
          
          This AU is my experiment in seeing familiar faces in unfamiliar lights, and sometimes it might not land for everyone. That’s okay. I write this story for the parts of myself that can’t be quieted, for the voices that insist on being heard.
          
          Thank you for following along, for feeling alongside these characters, even if just for a moment. And if something in this world resonates, I hope it lingers with you, too.
          
          
          Also,
          
          Next chapter will take a quieter, darker turn. So I hope to see your support.
          
          _Wallflower.