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Welcome, dear soul.
 If you have found your way here, perhaps you were not searching for answers, but for a refuge.
 I promise no certainties - only words.
 Words woven with the threads of silence, melancholy, and hope.
 I write to understand what wounds and what heals, to summon the memory of what I once was and of what I have not yet become.
This place is neither a kingdom nor a tower.
 It is a clearing beneath the oak, where wounds breathe and stories heal themselves.
 Here, magic does not cast fire: it kindles weary souls.
 The poems you shall find are spells,
 the tales, doorways.
 And if one of my letters whispers something you did not know you needed to hear,
 then this grimoire shall have fulfilled its purpose.
So sit down, take a candle, and listen.
 It is not necessary to understand everything - it is enough to feel it.
 For, after all,
 every word that heals begins with a shiver.
- 🌙 Maximilienne Winterberg