The Hollow Between
Every grove has its roots, and every root finds its hollow.
This is the chamber beneath the branches, where light and shadow entwine, where memory becomes marrow, and dream presses against waking. Here, nothing is hurried.
Here, fragments are whole, and silence is its own language.
The Hallow Between is not a place of answers
it is a place of listening, a place to gather what stirs in the unseen, to hold it gently, as one holds a flame in cupped hands.
~Shai
Writings: Echoes in Ink
Here lie the words that would not rest. Poems, musings, and
fragments of story they are not written to explain,
but to reveal what lingers between the lines.
Enter softly, for each page is a doorway.
Coming Soon!
Art: Visions Unveiled
Brush, charcoal, ink forms rising from silence into shape.
These are not mere images, but symbols born of shadow and light, each one a mirror to what lives beneath the surface.
Coming Soon!
Novella: The Raven's Gift
A Journey of the Four Winds
Every tale has roots. This one unfurls like a vine in the dark,
a story carried in secret until now, waiting for the ones who are ready to walk with it. A novella born of memory and dream,
woven to be read as if you are remembering it yourself
Coming Soon!
Tarot: The Deck of Whispered Shadows
A deck not of fortune, but of reflection
each card is a threshold, a mirror, a key.
Draw not to see the future, but to uncover the present
that has been waiting for you
Coming Soon!
Soft shadow: The Under-Veil
Here is where the quietest things are kept. The unseen, the half-formed,
the whispers that belong more to the night than the day.
To walk here is to learn the language of stillness,
to sit with the dark until it begins to glow.