I'm just a 21-year-old girl, stepping into writing for the first time, guided by the vivid and sometimes sorrowful stories in my mind. People often say that making scenery in your head is a sign of something broken, something unwell-but I don't know, and I don't care. It's this same imagination that's kept me going, walking forward on a path I'm still trying to understand. It's also how I discovered what truly brings me comfort-my books.

Today, Friday, January 17, 2025, I've decided to build a refuge for myself, a place where my thoughts can roam freely, untamed and unashamed. Will it become something beautiful, or will it all fall apart, like so many fragile dreams before it? I don't know, but perhaps that's the point-to discover whether I can create something real or if I'm destined to remain lost in my own mind.

But enough about me. If, by some chance, you've stumbled across this, I hope it offers you a safe place too-a small corner of warmth and understanding in a world that often feels so cold.