My Origin Story

Before the Flame

Hi, I’m Vincent.
But not the version the world raised. I was born into a system. Expectations. Roles. Scripts.
But something in me always resisted.
I couldn’t do normal. Couldn’t fake smiles. Couldn’t settle. Even when I tried.

The Monk Phase

At 17, I quit school and locked myself in discipline.
Training 5 times a week.
6 hours of meditation a day.
Fasting. Cold. Silence.
What I found was... nothing.
No thoughts. Just... absence. I had “won.”
But it didn’t feel like living.

The Collapse

I came back to the world, different.
Not enlightened—just empty. The illusion shattered:
There was nothing to become.
There was only what’s already inside me. But I still wasn’t ready to live that truth.

The Return to Chaos

Years passed. I drifted. Hid in visions of who I thought I should be. Until, at 23, I cracked again.
This time, not from silence—
But from noise. Overthinking.
Escaping discomfort.
Trying to outrun the ache. It didn’t work.

The Reckoning

So I turned toward the pain.
Let it speak. I trained again.
I ran in storms. Practiced martial arts.
Submerged in freezing water.
To feel every emotion.
Every doubt became a ritual.I wasn’t trying to fix myself anymore—
I was becoming more me than I’d ever been.

The Shift

3,000+ hours of training in one year. I chased extremes—until I saw it clearly:
I didn’t need to prove anything. There was no “higher self” to attain.
Only the self I was already burning through.
Already living. Already becoming.

The Spark of Vision

Something shifted. The noise fell away.
And in the quiet... I saw it. I wasn’t just breaking down—I was breaking open.
All the pain, silence, and storm… it wasn’t random. It was pointing to a language.
A new form of devotion. The name came later. But the feeling of it?
That had already taken root.

The Birth of VELIN

From that fire, VELIN was born.Not a brand.
A language. A domain. A rhythm.Where movement becomes memory.
Where scrolls become scripture.
Where devotion becomes your edge.VELIN is my way of building something holy from the ashes.

Now

Now, I create from instinct.
From stillness. From sacred filth. From wild clarity.
From everything I feel. This is no longer about self-help.
This is sovereign expression.
This is embodied rebellion.If you’re here—
you’re not lost.You’re remembering.

Enter inside me