The Book of Whispers Chapter One
I am introspectively elucidating the concernment of tending to my inner garden and letting the soil of my soul rest, as it pertains to the echoes of transformation and tides of my becoming— searching for the moments I outgrew myself. Indeed self actualization must be sought through each era of one’s eternal voyage through the woods of self-return. In that vein I am carving a path through the wild, and thus I feed both wolves. The dark wolf who keeps me safe in the wilderness, the light wolf who keeps me from stagnation and maroonment in this liminal drift. Born of existential neurodivergence cast into in the Venetian magma pools of neurotypical calamity—both wolves tow the cosmic chariot of my entirety…
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