Some transformations are as gentle as mist burning away in the morning sun. Others crack bone and reshape flesh, so that only if you learn to walk through the pain and terror with your head held high and your gaze fixed on distant shores, will you rise from the ruins of your old life.
He existed in the fertile void where all potential resided, in the honest space beneath illusions. He was the primordial darkness that birthed the stars themselves.
Common sense (and about five mountains of psychological research) tell us thatΒ conformity suppresses creativity, individuality, and well-being.
And yet, conformity is still the rule, taught and expected by parents, teachers, bosses. Why?
Does that mean I'm working on two series in parallel, while translating another, and fiddling with full-cast audiobooks? Yep π€£ You know I thrive on chaos.