There are some stories we are born knowing—the ones stitched quietly into the seams of our souls. Ophélia Sundaé has always written from that space. A daughter of the sun and a collector of shadows, she weaves words that linger long after the page is turned, offering glimpses of what it means to remember yourself.

Rooted in the rhythms of Alabama but dreaming always of elsewhere, Ophélia writes for those standing at the edge of discovery—the ones learning that even the softest wings can stir the fiercest winds. Her work lingers in the in-between places, blending suspense, self-discovery, and the tender ache of becoming.

When she is not writing, she is listening—to music, to the quiet, to the murmur of stories waiting to be told. She believes in the slow unfolding of life, in the beauty of stillness, in Sunday mornings when the world feels new again.

The Butterfly Net, her debut collection, invites readers to hold both the delicate and the daring. It is the first of many love letters to life, written in ink and light.

Ophélia Sundaé writes under a name that feels like a poem itself—a nod to sweetness, to softness, to the way words can linger on the tongue like something both familiar and rare.