As I sit on my raft—the ever-looming abyss hugging me in every direction. I enjoy the austere balance that the void provides. Within, all dreams are real, and nothing impedes my gaze as I look upon the world with open eyes. My love for literature is deep and full—and as I drift along this empty space, I lay in childish delight, gently dreaming in joy and hope. I wonder what stories tomorrow I will find.