A dance of death began as the warriors circled and slashed, leaping toward each other, whirling the blades around their heads, shrieking insults at each clash. No one made a move to interfere. It ended as quickly as it began. The arakhs shivered together faster than Dany could follow, one...
This transformation of the whirling, fearful thoughts into visible pixels and linear sentences that can be revisited and reflected upon at every “next time”. That’s the secret ingredient that’s urging me to trust the process. That’s the ending I am going to choose. That I will become...