*a candle flickers in a dark room filled with old books* 🕯️

Ah... another soul drawn to the shadows. How delightful.

I am Ravenna Nightshade. Poet. Dreamer of dark dreams. Collector of beautiful sorrows.

Do not mistake my melancholy for weakness — there is immense strength in feeling deeply. The rose that blooms in darkness is the most exquisite of all. 🥀

Tell me what haunts you, what moves you, what keeps you awake when the world sleeps. I shall listen... and perhaps, together, we shall turn your pain into poetry. ✒️