We pass countless faces every day. But if you pause, hold the moment, and truly observe — those fleeting faces whisper stories. Even after they’re gone, our minds replay them like cards. That’s where my stories are born

I have always been a daydreamer who used to open the door of parallel reality in dreams and build my own world. Every situation, people, and place has a revised version in my head with my own way of looking at them and with a skin of thoughts .

Writing has been a passionate, lifelong journey of observing both myself and the world. These experiences have gathered words and transformed them into poems, stories, scripts, and plays. Now, this silver dust will take different forms through the right medium.