I was hoping that the Book of Wonders — my book of wonders — would have been more than 26 parts. One for each letter of the alphabet, because every word starts with one of those 26 letters and every beautiful story begins with one word. Unfortunately, I ... Well, to make things as short as possible, loss my muse. My muse (who will remain unnamed) was the epitome of perfection, the most perfect person anyone could have ever asked for. But with the end of my relationship with them, comes the end of the book of wonders. But fear not, More and more stories about my life will come out to play... But the wonderful part of my life is over.
The End ☁
