I write because building an original world is a necessity when the existing ones feel too small. For me, the identity of a storyteller is the one that remains when life strips away everything else—a calling discovered through a personal storm and sharpened by the daily discipline of verse. In that practice, language became more than communication; it became a mirror for the interior world, where cadences and metaphors give shape to both the life we think we are living and the one waiting to become. I write when I do not know the answer to why I exist. Rather than writing from a place of certainty, I go into imaginary realms where my characters face alongside me the challenges of thresholds, crossroads, and monsters, seeking the allies and questions that might guide our next adventure. Together, we walk the path to find what lies beyond.