I’m a writer hailing from the snowy norths of Iceland, now living in Denmark — trading glaciers for misty fields, but keeping the cold in my bones.
My stories often explore psychological horror, quiet dread, and the fragile line between reality and something else entirely. I’m drawn to silence, solitude, and the kind of fear that whispers instead of screams.
When I’m not writing, I’m usually taking a walk, overthinking things, playing football or drinking coca cola like it’s a protective ritual.
Temple of Morrbanesh 