gentle, but unbending
I don't give up on the things I care about. I don't do things the normal way either — I tend to my garden, not someone else's blueprint.
hello, you found my room
I'm LinCie — someone who smiles easy and moves gently through the world. I believe the internet should feel warmer, so I built this little garden and left the door open.
just a child who yearns
Underneath everything, I'm someone who wants to connect. Not perform, not impress, not prove — just connect. This garden exists because of that.
the one who stayed
I stay. I don't quit. The garden keeps growing because I keep tending it — season after season, morning after morning.
and these are the things that keep me company along the way.
things on my table
shows
I have this shelf of iyashikei — Yuru Camp, Non Non Biyori, Aria. They're the kind of stories where nothing dramatic happens, and that's exactly why I love them. When the world gets too loud, I go there. They don't ask anything of me. They just let me be small for a while.
music
Akira Kosemura's piano sounds like the moment after rain stops. Haruka Nakamura writes the spaces between words. And then there's Ujico, a_hisa — artcore that rushes in all at once like it missed me. I need both. The stillness and the storm. They're how I feel what I can't say.
games
Blue Archive stole months of my life and I'd let it do it again. Don't ask me to explain it. And osu! — just circles and music, but sometimes that's exactly enough. Something so simple my mind finally goes quiet. They don't belong together. They belong to me.
people see gentle and assume simple.
see soft and assume weak.
the garden tells a different story.