I write because I must.
Stories are my escape hatch, my playground, my mirror. I build alternate realities not just to flee this one-but to explore the corners of myself I can't always name.
My imagination is my Fortress of Solitude: a place where I flirt with the idea of love, chase its meaning, and sometimes pretend I understand it.
Every story I craft carries a fragment of me. But don't go looking for clues. I'm not a puzzle to solve-I'm a world to wander.
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