From the little world inside my mind, always crowded with shadows, colors, and voices only I can hear.
They never fall silent, never truly disappear.
So I write them down, arranging them one by one into stories.
Not to be known, but so they won't simply fade away.
If you are reading this, it means you have knocked on the door of my imagination,
and I-the keeper of it-welcome you with warmth.