When I was eleven, I was pulled into the depths of the ocean,

forced to face the darkness of the blue world,

guided by a power that was not my own.

When I survived, something opened inside me—

a quiet warmth, a connection to the stars.When I was eleven, I was pulled into the depths of the ocean,

forced to face the darkness of the blue world,

guided by a power that was not my own.

When I survived, something opened inside me—

a quiet warmth, a connection to the stars.

From that moment on, I became obsessed with knowledge,

searching history to understand consciousness

and to push my mind beyond the physical.

Years later, I lay frozen in my bed as a being appeared at my window—

tall, navy, almost faceless.

It rose as if gravity did not exist.

It did nothing but watch.

I felt the same force I had felt in the ocean.

Then it was gone.

Not a dream. Not an illusion.

I still cannot understand it.

All I know is this:

the stars guide me,

I have a mission,

and I must keep creating.

Creativity is the key

to peace and freedom.

From that moment on, I became obsessed with knowledge,

searching history to understand consciousness

and to push my mind beyond the physical.

Years later, I lay frozen in my bed as a being appeared at my window—

tall, navy, almost faceless.

It rose as if gravity did not exist.

It did nothing but watch.

I felt the same force I had felt in the ocean.

Then it was gone.

Not a dream. Not an illusion.

I still cannot understand it.

All I know is this:

the stars guide me,

I have a mission,

and I must keep creating.

Creativity is the key

to peace and freedom.