I move in quiet layers—part storyteller, part seeker.
I don’t rush to be known, but if you listen closely, you’ll find I carry memory like light in a jar. I’m drawn to spaces that hold silence, symbolism, and something half-healed.
I believe in softness as a strength. I believe in asking better questions. I believe the unseen often carries the most weight.
I’m made of thresholds—the ones we cross when systems break, when the past returns, when the self re-emerges shaped but not shattered.
If you’ve ever rewritten yourself beneath a full moon or named a truth no one else dared speak, we probably understand each other more than words allow.
