The Magic That Remembers Me began as something I wasn’t entirely meant to explain.
After an experience that shifted more than just my perspective, I found myself holding onto memories that didn’t feel entirely like my own — like pieces of another reality I had briefly stepped into and then been pulled back from.
I’ve been interested in reality shifting for a while, often writing scripts and exploring different desired realities in my own way. This story came from one of those experiences… or something very close to it.
Instead of keeping it to myself, I chose to write it down. To preserve it. To give it form.
Maybe someone else will understand it. Or maybe it will feel like a memory they’ve almost had too.
Either way, it’s here now.
More chapters to come.
