From the very beginning, I was enchanted by stories — not just the ones I read in books, but also the ones I imagined during long walks, rainy afternoons, or quiet bus rides. Words danced in my head like fireflies, waiting to be caught, shaped, and turned into something meaningful. Writing, to me, was never just a hobby — it became my way of breathing, of seeing the world more clearly, of turning chaos into clarity.46Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡL36LBG4l7S
8964 copyright protection42ＰＥＮＡＮＡTlKfKhugOo 維尼

216.73.216.212