The Story Teller

One life, many avatars. Many feathers, one cap. In a grand scheme of things though, she may just be a tiny speck of cosmic dust, flitting through space and time in an endless journey, visible to the naked eye only as she passes through a ray of light. She is absolutely surreal. I am she.

She maybe the fierce wind itself or just a leaf barely clinging onto a tree. In her flights of fancy though, she is free to choose whatever form she wants to be. She is absolutely enchanting. I am she.

She maybe a naive woman, seduced by the charms of life itself, or just a happy child jumping in puddles and playing in the rain. Whoever she chooses to be, she is a spinner of short stories and a teller of tall tales. She is absolutely captivating. I am she.