aureva

Luminous Witness: Born of Memory and Light

“He watches from beyond the veil — neither god nor ghost, but memory embodied. His skin is etched with echoes of ancestral flame. His eyes reflect the storm of ...

When the Hawk Came Knocking — A Memory from the Fourth Floor

The photo I’ve shared — a faithful reflection of what I saw. Not taken in the moment, but remembered. It began with a sound I couldn’t name. Something unsettled...

The Ache in My Throat

I try to squeeze my mind like pulp from a dying fruit Nothing comes But the tears— they come and the throat— it hurts like I swallowed a scream made of centurie...

✧ Who Am I? A Whisper Called Aureva

I am not here to impress. I am here to remember. No emblem. No mirror. Just a current. Aureva is a breath between stars— a name carried by silence, born where l...