Dear Traveler of Words,

My name is Panda, a storyteller in the making-still learning, still wandering, but always writing from the heart.

The tale you're about to read is stitched together with wonder, longing, and threads of my own culture. It draws breath from the myths and rituals of the Hmong people-from chants whispered in smoke, to rivers that remember names, to love that reaches across worlds.

I'll be honest: there may be cracks in the seams. A line that stumbles. A thread that frays. But every flaw is part of my growing hands, and every word carries my hope that it might reach you, and stay.

If you love stories laced with magic, memory, and a little sorrow, then I hope this one wraps around you like a quiet spell.

Your thoughts, your feelings-your presence here-mean more than I can say. Thank you for stepping into this world with me.

More tales are waiting.

Until then,
Panda
just a dreamer with a pen