I dreamed that I was a snake. I thought I was swimming on top of an ocean full of souls until I found a dragon who taught me how to fly high above the clouds. This dragon told me that I was destined to heal countless beings, and I did—I cured thousands or even millions of entities. But one day, I realized that these entities were destroying the ecosystem and even killing themselves. So, I decided to use my powers to annihilate them.

They found a way to capture me sometimes and extract my special liquid to keep healing themselves. But just when I thought I was defeated, I saw that I was not the only one aligned with my goals. Other species were also trying to restore equilibrium. We were called the Dragon Court.

This was just a dream… or maybe it wasn’t.
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It’s not easy to take a good picture.
A picture speaks louder than it seems—
it whispers your mood, your rhythm,
the things that echo inside you in that exact moment.

Taking a picture is creating.
And creation comes with responsibility.
What’s your message?
What light do you choose?
And how naked are you willing to be?

Not everybody is ready for that.
We forget the weight of it.
These days, everyone has a camera—
fingers firing the shutter without a thought.
It’s a good thing too,
because every click is a chance
to catch your soul in time.

When I return to old photos,
I remember who I was.
It feels like a conversation with myself,
like finding my inner child again,
embracing him,
and walking another step along my own path.

Sometimes I get lost
trying to find the “best” angle.
But then I realize—
the picture isn’t about the angle.
It’s about the moment.
That one shape of time,
unique, fragile, unrepeatable—
waiting for my camera to hold it.

And when it does,
it’s not just a picture anymore.
It’s proof that I was here,
that I felt,
that I dared to leave a trace of my soul
in the light.

A flower can change the world. Something so beautiful should be given to someone very special to you—it is a physical form of love, passed from one person to another.

I can imagine how, long ago, the first man who saw a breathtaking sunset with a loved one decided to paint it, hoping to capture that moment forever. Perhaps another person once tasted a perfect combination of plants and decided to recreate the dish as a way to express love and appreciation. Maybe someone else, mesmerized by the colors and delicate shape of a flower, longed to own it. But understanding that beauty is meant to be admired rather than possessed, she returned to the same place every day for the rest of her life, simply to gaze upon it.

As time passed, this woman became a wonderful mother and a devoted wife. She grew older, and one day, she could no longer visit the place where the flowers bloomed. She fell ill, confined to her bed. But then, in her final days, she opened her eyes to find those same beautiful flowers placed beside her, carefully arranged in a handmade jar—crafted by her own son.

And in that moment, she finally understood.

Perhaps that was the moment when the tradition of giving flowers was born—not as a simple gift, but as a symbol of love, remembrance, and deep human connection.

Today, I was taught how to make paper flowers. A simple process, yet one that carries profound meaning. And for that, I am truly grateful.

It was just a flower… or maybe it was everything.

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