This tale unfolds in a world not found on any map—woven from shadow, memory, and dream. Though wholly imagined, it draws breath from the echoes of a life once lived—mine.
The lands, names, and magic are inventions of fantasy. Yet, beneath every cursed heir, every haunted forest, every love bound in blood and ruin—lies a truth, veiled and personal.
If you find something familiar in these pages, it is not by design, but by the strange alchemy of art and experience.
This is not a memoir. But somewhere in the silence between words, you may hear a heart remembering.
A world born of fiction. A soul stitched from truth.