Naia Sol Aveline

Born by the sea, living like a whisper.

Half-Chilean, half-French. A wandering soul currently hidden away in the coastal fog of the Pacific Northwest. Dreamer. Drifter. Poet.

“Sometimes I disappear just to see who will notice the quiet.”

i write with the tide in my chest and salt in my throat— my grief doesn’t scream it erodes.

Online, I drift through ghost spaces and type like I'm still sixteen. I leave fragments of myself across quiet corners. This is one of them.