She moved like light in the cold halls, a quiet storm, a fire soft enough to hold. The castle breathed her name— Lyra. He stood in shadows, armor heavy, words heavier. A knight without a crown, watching her walk through…

They ask me what I believe, and I tell them, I don’t know. But inside, I wonder— is there a storyteller? A voice that wrote the stars? Once, a child walked in the woods, hoping to hear the trees speak.…

A wise man once said, “I would be free if I could achieve it. Otherwise, I’d spend my entire life chasing it.” This statement stuck with me molding my understanding of freedom. I don’t pursue a title or a typical…

We met—opposites colliding, your fire, my calm, a storm we couldn’t control. Our rise and fall broke the shape of us, left cracks where once we fit. Nature noticed—the flowers scattered, their stories lost in the wind. The path felt…

Why do people often feel they need to sugarcoat their religion? It’s an interesting trend: when a scholar, leader, or religious spokesperson says things that raise moral questions—about touchy subjects like gender or ethics—many people jump to defend the faith…

To you— who exists just beyond what I can name, who holds a quiet weight that words can’t carry, who feels both close and far, as real as breath, as ghostly as thought. Today isn’t just your day, it’s a…