Rouhland, A Place for what won’t Die

I’m Roula, A twenty-something moonchild stitched together by art, too many talents, and a hunger that never quite fades.

My talents found me early. It was a love I could never outrun, no matter how much the world tried to drown it out, No matter how far I wandered, I always came back to one truth: I am built for creation At twelve, I began building worlds, experimenting with different forms of art & it became my home, my refuge, my way to make sense of the chaos. And so, Rouhland was born.

I created this space because I needed one. A place to run when the world refused to give me a break. A home for every obsession, every regret, and every dark corner of my mind that refuses to stay hidden. It’s where the demons are studied, sketched, and sometimes accidentally fed.
So, you’ll find me here talking about life, my favorite books, lovers, unfinished projects, obsessions that never let go, fragments of stories still burning in the ashes & everything in between.

This is where I get lost and where I find myself again.
And If you’ve made it this far, maybe you’re carrying ghosts too. They already know you’re here
Welcome to Rouhland. Find a corner. Make yourself at home.

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