To write is not just seeing the world through a kaleidoscope of possibilities, but a means to shift the tides of color that exist within it.

The magic of a story is when the characters come to life, and defy our expectation.

The elasticity of our dreams can take us to unspoken worlds, but our innate horror of the unknown is what weighs us down. Fight it. Travel to the isolated coils of smoldering dust trapped in our dusky sky or explore the unseen timeless vibration of dancing particles that fashions existence. Whatever choice you make can change your life forever. The same applies to a story. Words are the atoms of a tale, and together they compose a universe.

Writing is a sacred calling that pulls at the soul. It is the air you breathe. It flows through the veins like a carmine river, and pumps the heart. It is a part of you. Putting a pen between shaky fingers over the unknown vistas of pale opportunity is not for the faint of heart. It is an enduring struggle that takes control of you.

Books bear the dreary whisper of an author's memory, a phantom of dreams and mares woven from lessons. Read and explore a life beyond your own, one where forgotten names triumph and fall, and where love and hate crumble the hardest hearts. There is power in words. It can alter the living, immortalize the dead, and forge Gods.