A writer who carries a million worlds in her head. A human being in love with the power of words. A woman who never stops dreaming. Someone who feeds her soul through storytelling.
You will not find my personal life in here nor thoughts that may be too intimate. I solemnly swear only to dedicate this blog to my fandoms.
There’s an ancient Chinese myth about the Red Thread of Fate. It says the gods have tied a red thread around every one of our ankles and attached it to all the people whose lives we’re destined to touch. This thread may stretch or tangle, but it’ll never break.
The ratio is always the same. 1 to 1,618 over and over and over again. The patterns— are hidden in plain sight. Just have to know where to look. Things most people see as chaos actually follow subtle laws of behavior. Galaxies, plants, seashells. The patterns never lie. But only some of us can see how the pieces fit together. 7,080,360,000 of us live on this tiny planet. This is the story of some of those people.
There’s an ancient Chinese myth about the Red Thread of Fate. It says the gods have tied a red thread around every one of our ankles and attached it to all the people whose lives we’re destined to touch. This thread may stretch or tangle, but it’ll never break.
It’s all predetermined by mathematical probability, and it’s my job to keep track of those numbers, to make the connections for those who need to find each other… the ones whose lives need to touch.
I was born 4,161 days ago on October 26, 2000.
I’ve been alive for eleven years, four months, 21 days and 14 hours.
And in all that time… I’ve never said a single word.
