She sat by the window, watching the rain bead down the glass, tracing rivers that led to nowhere. Outside, the world was quiet, the kind of quiet that feels like it’s holding its breath. Inside, her heart raced.

There was a letter on the table. Sealed. Unopened. Yet somehow, she already knew what it said.

That’s how the story begins—or maybe that’s how it ends. The beauty of this space is that you’ll never truly know which parts are real and which are fiction. I’m here to blur the lines between life as it is and life as it could be, weaving moments that are mine, yours, or completely imagined.

Every story has a secret, a heartbeat, and a twist. Let’s see where they take us.