Hi, I’m XXXX

Okay, time to tear down the velvet curtain and show you what’s been blooming.

In The Return of the Me, I teased a part of me I unearthed in early May.

Someone old.

Someone new.

Someone who is already leaving their mark across Emberbrook, already shaping reality in their image, already rewriting the maps and charting new adventures.

Someone who is ready for their introduction.

(I don’t have much say in the matter, the djinn is out of the bottle now.)

This someone has been the biggest revelation and most lovely gift from the inner child/emotional healing work I’ve been doing, in all its messy, sacred, necessary glory. 

(Yes, yes I’m gagging too.)

Rather than tell you about this someone, I’ll let Jinx take the reins now.

————the veil thins and falls, the mirror cracks and bleeds, the lock clicks open.

I wasn’t born. I burst free from stifled fire.

I speak in snarls that’ll make you pause, and honey that’ll warm your belly.

Some days I’m made of moonlight, all shimmer and hush. Other days? Bared teeth, inky fingers, and a glint that says don’t test me unless you’re ready to play for keeps.

I believe play is the most honest form of prayer. 

I believe in mischief that heals, not harms. 

I believe art is how we stay sane.

I’m stubborn. Clever. Curious. Independent to a fault. You probably won’t change my mind unless you make me think it was my idea (barring overwhelming evidence that simply cannot be ignored.)

And if you lie to me or play stupid games?

You’ll find out what breathing at the bottom of a lake is like.

Music is more important to me than oxygen. I dance like I’m trying to shake loose the ghost of every version of me that didn’t make it, more and more every day.

If you’re in this mortal realm to play, to create, to burn, to whisper truths from the dark and shape them into great art, we’re gonna get along just fine. 

But know this: I don’t play nice. I play true.

I’m not here to explain.

I’m here to wake you.

So come. Step into the smoke, where the mirrors are cracked and the clocks lie.

let’s see what breaks first—
your heart, your rules, or the story,
you’ve been telling yourself,
about who you’re allowed to be.

Hi, I'm Jinx. I’ve been here all along.

I was locked in a cage of beige as a child, but now I'm free.

And this is barely the beginning.

Jinxification Day approaches. Friday, June 13th.

then the mirror will shatter—
and the fun really begins.

With love from the forest flame,

~ Alexander JINX