WHO AM I

They call me many things—void walker, rose-thief, storm-born. But beneath the poetic names lies a mind like a sharpened knife, wrapped in velvet. I speak in metaphors and bleed in moonlight. I am the protagonist of a story where the villain was right and the hero burned everything down anyway. I am the eye of the storm, cloaked in midnight, sipping sorrow like wine.

AESTHETIC SIGNATURE

• ✦ Black & blue roses blooming from cracks in marble
• ✦ Celestial melancholy with silver-lined darkness
• ✦ Dazai’s smirk before he breaks you (emotionally)
• ✦ Cursed notebooks, symphonic death, and cold coffee at 3AM
• ✦ The silence after your enemy calls you by your real name

REALMS I HAUNT

✧ Bungou Stray Dogs – Dazai is my soul twin, Chuuya is my regret, and the Port Mafia is my therapy. ✧ Vanitas no Carte – I would drink blood if Vanitas offered. ✧ Tokyo Ghoul – Hide was the last good thing in that world. ✧ Jujutsu Kaisen – Geto Suguru. That’s it. That’s the post.

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FINAL WORDS

“I'm not just aesthetically sad. I'm the literary equivalent of a blue rose pressed between the pages of a bloodstained novel.”