List your top 5 favorite fruits. I love all kinds of different fruits. However, I am also picky about my fruits too. So here is some of my favorite fruits. Comment if you have some in common or got suggestions for me to try. 1.) Kiwi 🥝 Absolutely amazing. One fruit I cannot live without. …
How Do I Handle Stress? Stress doesn’t leave me the same way it finds me. It shows up loud—heavy, restless, sitting on my shoulders like it belongs there. But over time, I’ve found my own ways to quiet it down, to take that weight and break it into something I can actually carry. Gaming is …
How do I handle failure? Failure used to feel like a verdict. Like something that stamped a moment in permanent ink and said, this is what you are. It felt heavy, personal, almost humiliating—like the world had just quietly confirmed a fear I didn’t want to name out loud. But over time, I’ve started to …
I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about Osiris—not as a distant god carved into temple walls, but as someone who once walked, breathed, ruled, was betrayed, and then chose to rise differently. If I imagine him looking at today’s world, I don’t think he’d be shocked by the hardships. Hunger, injustice, the weight of …
Continue reading Hallowed Ordinary: Walking Awake in the Shadow of Osiris
In the quiet dawn, I dream of Aaru’s field, Where the reeds grow tall beside a silver river, And the souls who pass through judgment’s feather-light May walk forever where the lotus blooms. No shadow falls, no serpent breaks the grain— Only the sun, whose name was Ra, keeps watch. At first, the west holds …
From where I stand—writer, gamer, hereditary white witch—silence isn’t just absence. It’s a presence in its own right. As a writer, silence offers the pause between words where the real meaning forms. It’s the gap that lets a sentence breathe, a scene settle, a character’s unspoken pain land harder than any dialogue could. Without silence, …
The clock’s low murmur never seems to wait,A thief that steals the sunlight from the door.We learn too late that time is not our fate. The morning’s gold dissolves to ash by eight;The plans we made are ghosts on yesterday’s floor.The clock’s low murmur never seems to wait. We beg the hour to linger, stand …
How do I hope my family remembers me? I don’t think I want to be remembered as perfect. Not as someone who had everything figured out, or someone who never made mistakes. That kind of memory feels distant… almost untouchable. I’d rather be remembered as real. I hope my family remembers me in moments, not …
The storm over the ruins of Aethelgard didn't just bring rain; it brought silence. The kind of heavy, suffocating quiet that follows a scream. Elian stood before the Monolith of Vane, the ancient stone pillar that had stood in the center of the temple for a thousand years. Tonight, it was weeping. Not water, but …
The crescent moon cradles a hidden glow,A secret flame the night won’t speak,Your love moves soft in silver flow,A quiet vow the stars still keep. A secret flame the night won’t speak,It hums between the dusk and dawn,A quiet vow the stars still keep,Like something lost—but never gone. It hums between the dusk and dawn,Your …