a collection of quiet dedications—who sees not just what is shown, but what is quietly carried. this is a series of narrative glimpses, capturing the essence of four individuals through a lens often overlook. to read this collection is to understand how someone can be seen and understood, even when not fully known—
if only you read between the lines.
the unknown dedications
unknown i. the shattered light
breaks not from weakness, but from being too real.
unknown ii. the drowning bloom
blooms through sorrow, even when it drowns her.
unknown iii. the hollow ember
burns bright, aches for warmth he never receive.
unknown iv. the fading hush
soft in truth, steady in who she dares to love.
who are the unknowns?
author’s note:
— bled by @achilleusdeirdre
— twelfth of july, year 2025
— open to criticism; all echoes welcome.
— lowercase intended for signature writing.
The Ruin Script 