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HEARTBROKE HEROINE

DAILY SCROLLS

Proof that even immortals need to vent. These are not epics, they’re the literary equivalent of sighing loudly and expecting the universe to notice. Think divine diary meets passive-aggressive hymn. A place where I catalog life’s minor humiliations with the flair of a goddess who knows she’s still too much for mortals anyway.

Day VII: Post Mr. E(nigma)

Day VII: Post Mr. E(nigma)

Day VII: Post Mr. E(nigma)

Picture this: me, half-drunk on cheap mortal wine, sprawled across a velvet chair like a fallen queen, declaring to the ceiling beams, “I...

Sylenora

Sep 203 min read

Day VI: Post Mr. E(nigma)

Day VI: Post Mr. E(nigma)

Day VI: Post Mr. E(nigma)

Because the thought that drives me half-mad is this: what if I find you every time.

Sylenora

Sep 193 min read

Day V: Post Mr. E(nigma)

Day V: Post Mr. E(nigma)

Day V: Post Mr. E(nigma)

So here I am, throwing a mini tantrum in prose and calling it wisdom, testing out mortal remedies as if patience will save me.

Sylenora

Sep 182 min read

DAY II: Post Mr. E(nigma)

DAY II: Post Mr. E(nigma)

DAY II: Post Mr. E(nigma)

Apparently, today was the day I learned that being diagnosed with C-PTSD is less credible than a gossip column on Mount Olympus. Let us...

Sylenora

Sep 154 min read

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