Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Kinza who lived in a stone house in the middle of an Enchanted Forest. She was endlessly curious, exasperating her parents with her endless desire for knowledge. She would ask question after question, trying to get them to satisfy her deep longing. For each question,... Continue Reading →
But one day, as I was walking, a thick fog began to envelop me. I could no longer see the beauty in the distance. I could barely see my hands in front of my face. And that voice, the one that I had grown so familiar with? It became harder to hear through the thickness of the fog.