This is me finding my way back to the old version of myself-the girl who genuinely loved writing.

Somewhere along the way, I lost her. Maybe she got buried under doubt, pressure, expectations, and all the distractions that made writing feel more like a responsibility than something I loved.

But I'm here again, slowly finding her in the words I write.

This is for her. For all the stories she started but never finished. For the characters she loved and left behind. For the ideas that stayed in her head for years because she was too afraid to put them into words. And for the voice she once had, the one I'm trying to trust again.

I'm not here to impress anyone. I just want to write again. To remember what it feels like to get attached to a character, to stay up thinking about a scene, to cry over something that only exists in my head, and to believe that maybe these little stories still mean something.

So if you're reading this, thank you.

Maybe you're not just reading a few pages. Maybe you're witnessing me come back to something I thought I'd lost.

A quiet return. A small reminder to myself that I don't have to be perfect to begin again.

And maybe, for now, that's enough.

Here's to new beginnings that somehow feel like coming home.

Thank you for giving these pages a chance to breathe again.

- adihiraya