rie'

xcitement and nervousness all at once. I've never been on an airpl

e sound of announcements and the constant chatter of people around me make my head spin. But deep down, I

es widen as the plane begins to move, picking up speed until it finally lifts off the ground. Lo

sky. As I glance around at the other passengers, I can see that I'm not the only one with mixed emotions. But the fe

ourney takes over the fear, and I look forward

rroundings. Everything seems so new and different from what I'm used to. I clutch at the piece of p

ervous about navigating through this unknown place. I show the dri

ing streets, and colorful storefronts all seem so different from what I'm used to. The driver chatters aw

destination, and I thanke

said with a smile. He smiled too, and wav

I feel excited for all the new experiences and

f me, this will be the beginning of

h the hotel I am staying at

onstop, at the same time. Some unfamiliar

Royale Hotel!" Greeted by

said. Respectfully asking

?" An attendant asked me politely

She called- mor

ome bell to her head, because if yo

Her little squeals made me felt reliev

." She said, guid

ented but she bustled wit

Miss Clarity!" She ch

filled with writers from all over the country, chatting and mingling with one a

re adorned with intricate chandeliers that cast a warm and welcoming glow over the room. The wa

ful floral arrangement. As I take my seat, I can feel the energy in the

-minded individuals and learning from the masters of the craft.

as the first writer takes the stage. The words are powerful and moving, and I

'round!" A booming voice from the stage grab

ed Ms. Nightcracker, holding

share perspectives, and celebrate writing." Her opening words held us captivated, and we all sha

myself, I knew just how significant this gath

to be an artist, painting was my passion- 'til it was lost because

e slowly fading away from my world. Coping with this loss was difficult,

bility to control the colors of life. However, something

s and crayons,

inside. The precise words I wrote brought color back to my life, and I disc

as allowed me to redirect my mi

lf and the motivation to keep going. Among all t

or say about my life. I have created my own reality full of joy and happiness, and I hav

saying that this is not

reality. It's like how one can embrace a rose with lots of th

believe that we are the rulers of our own lives,

one writer today, and be friend with!" Ms. Nightcracker excitedly cheered as she was now bei

eryone vanished in front of me. Not literall

si

were you, I wouldn't leave this place without getting to know

d came to a sudden stop, as if e

ted by her tantalizing

t was cold yet gentle and soft, like a melody from a lullaby. "And you're Serendip

as I pointed to myself. "Yo

rite stories that go beyond reality," she said no

r statement. "And what do

lity of life." She replied nonchalantly, as if

ion in her eyes that quickly vanished. "Anyways, I happen to

le appeared on her face before she spoke in a c

er my book. "Excellent! I can't wait for y

sted we grab some refreshments instead, wi

dumbfounded, confused and hazed. "Come on, I know some

or. Could I have misinterpreted the meaning behind her earlier gaze? The

around in my mind, but I couldn't ignore the feeling in

t my heart was racing at the sight of her smile? Her smile

trol. What the heck was happening? I

wanted to treasure this moment, to be in the presence of someone hi

s so ne