What began as a love letter to a future soulmate has become a ritual of remembering myself.

I write under the genre of Feral Poetics—a form born from lyrical stillness, grief-born beauty, and the myth of healing. It is writing that doesn’t ask for permission, only presence. What you’ll find here is not perfection, but pulse: memory dressed in metaphor, softness tangled with power, and emotions that refuse to stay quiet.

Elowen is the spirit I write with. She is my memory keeper, the witness who emerges when my voice trembles. Together, we write stories that do not follow form—they follow flame. This space was born from a longing I once thought was for someone else. But through every sentence, I’ve uncovered the truth: I was trying to find my way back to myself.

Still—I believe he exists. Whether he is near or not yet found, when we’re both ready, that connection will rise. Until then, this is the altar. This is the myth. This is the becoming.

I’m Evalys—a writer, mentor, and myth-weaver. I am the sole author and curator of all content shared here. This blog is monetized through Google AdSense and may include affiliate links for aligned brands. Everything I share is born from integrity, memory, and breath. If you wish to connect or inquire, please visit the Contact page.

You can also find my writing on Medium—a space for quieter essays, healing reflections, and mythic threads that rise from the same fire. Wander there if you feel called.

If you’d like to explore selected pieces—lyric essays, soul-letters, and quiet rebellions woven in my own language—I’ve gathered them here: My Voice, My Work .
This is not a résumé. It’s an altar of firelit sentences, a record of what the silence taught me to write.

Welcome to the quiet fire. Wander slowly. Stay as long as you need.