<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[mysite]]></title><description><![CDATA[Kayori]]></description><link>https://www.bykayori.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2026 10:01:45 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.bykayori.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[Velvet Static (demo story).]]></title><description><![CDATA[Summary: After moving into a nearly abandoned apartment complex to escape a collapsing career, an emotionally exhausted illustrator begins receiving anonymous handwritten notes slipped under her door.]]></description><link>https://www.bykayori.com/post/2-story-chapter</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a10345fa2438924d10c4b5c</guid><category><![CDATA[summaries]]></category><category><![CDATA[velvet]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2026 10:48:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/11062b_9f4a090a99c8449ca8320610e5aa1a0b~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>kayori</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Moonlit Ruin]]></title><description><![CDATA[A sharp-tongued university student with a habit of running from emotional attachment finds herself repeatedly crossing paths with a strangely observant night-shift worker who seems to notice every little thing she tries to hide. What begins as accidental encounters slowly turns into a deeply personal connection shaped by grief, humor, late-night conversations, and secrets neither of them are ready to confront. Genres:Romance • Drama • Character-Focused Fiction]]></description><link>https://www.bykayori.com/post/mock-story-1st</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1033ac0ac12a65423a6dc7</guid><category><![CDATA[summaries]]></category><category><![CDATA[moonlit]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2026 10:45:30 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/92cc69_f00e5b33da1640b986a0138941ae1e6f~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>kayori</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[chapter 2 ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Whoever Wrote This Has Horrible Handwriting Leah spent the entire morning trying to convince herself she wasn’t curious about the note. Which would’ve worked better if she hadn’t reread it fourteen times while brushing her teeth. The handwriting genuinely looked criminal. Half the letters leaned in different directions like they were trying to escape the sentence. By evening, the rain had gotten heavier. Her apartment building groaned every few minutes like an exhausted old man settling into...]]></description><link>https://www.bykayori.com/post/chapter-2</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1038b1ace98b70c0b1c99d</guid><category><![CDATA[velvet]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2026 11:06:27 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>kayori</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[chapter 2 (demo)]]></title><description><![CDATA[(demo chapter) People Who Pretend They’re Fine Usually Buy Cold Coffee Mina returned to the convenience store the next night purely out of principle. And maybe because she wanted noodles. And maybe because she wanted to prove she was not thinking about the annoying night-shift guy with the observational skills of a government surveillance drone. Mostly the noodles, though. The bell above the door rang softly as she entered. The store was quieter tonight. Rain tapped lightly against the...]]></description><link>https://www.bykayori.com/post/ch-2-story-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1034a68fa816dacc7e4d3d</guid><category><![CDATA[moonlit]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2026 10:49:12 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>kayori</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[chapter 1 ]]></title><description><![CDATA[The Apartment with the Flickering Hallway Light The hallway light outside apartment 304 blinked exactly six times before dying again. Leah stared at it from her doorway with the exhausted expression of someone already one inconvenience away from becoming a forest witch. “This building is haunted,” she muttered. The old landlord looked offended. “It’s not haunted. The wiring is just old.” “The wiring whispers.” “It does not whisper.” “It literally hissed at me yesterday.” He ignored her and...]]></description><link>https://www.bykayori.com/post/chapter-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1038500ac12a65423a773e</guid><category><![CDATA[velvet]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2026 11:05:14 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>kayori</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[chapter 1 (demo)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Moonlit Ruin — Chapter Preview Chapter 1: The Convenience Store at 2:13 A.M. The fluorescent lights above aisle seven buzzed like they were fighting for survival. Mina stood in front of the refrigerator section holding two different iced coffees with the intensity of someone making a life-changing decision instead of choosing caffeine at two in the morning. “You’ve been staring at those for three whole minutes.” She looked up immediately. The guy behind the counter didn’t even glance at her....]]></description><link>https://www.bykayori.com/post/story-1-ch-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1034832b5c18841b95dbbc</guid><category><![CDATA[moonlit]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2026 10:48:36 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>kayori</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>