Red background white words, a poem for the explorer archetype What? When? How?The wind pulls at me, dancing in circles.Where?I dont know.But I do know that it calls me like a love song.A map that tastes like flowers and feels like stardust, granting me wishes that Im yet to discover.

Editing Phase

I've recently started the process of editing the second story of The Altered Realities. It's been difficult getting myself to do it because for some reason I imagine my story being a horrible wreck and I don't want to face it. However, once I start editing, I see that it... [Read More]
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