Hooseeya Kentall, everyone. Mina's back.

Remember me? I abandoned my last account and made this one. A new account, a new spirit. Hopefully a new style of writing. Which means no, I won't be updating any of my old stories. Their beauty will have to lie in incompleted perfectness. I'm so sorry to the dedicated lot of reviewers who reviewed my every chapter and begged me to continue. I can't, I can't, I CAN'T. It's impossible. Forgive me. Instead i'll write new stories, better ones, I hope. And i'll finish them, even if it takes me the rest of my life. That much i'll promise.

For new venturers, welcome! To my profile, to the re-opening, come-back of my soul. Three years ago, I had a shitty emotional break down, and I stopped writing after that. Gave up on making art, more specifically. But it seems I can't stop. I love writing, much as I suck at it.

So I hope you enjoy the humble works presented to you below. Those words that yearn for beauty, to feel it, to be it, much as I do.

Personal Profile-

Name: Mina
Age: Does it matter?
Birthday: The day I saw, or tried to see the world for the first time was May sixteenth. The day the feeble child died within me also was May sixteenth, a different year.
Gender: Not meaning to insult anyone, but i've hardly seen male writers writing fanfiction. They, perhaps, keep their fantasies to their private Microsoft Words?

I don't hate anything, and I get obsessed often. Too many things I love to list here. Excuse the lack of personal information. Perhaps you'll see more of me hiding somewhere behind the sturdy walls of my words. I tend to peep out alot.

And the words that stay with me forever, rebirth or not-

Kaa Kureean.

"Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone..."