I once thought I would write a book about life—about lessons learned, about truths that could shape someone else's path. I imagined it as an autobiography, a reflection of my experiences and the wisdom I had gathered along the way. But the more I searched my own life for moments worth teaching, the clearer it became: I have not yet lived in a way that could truly impact another. My experiences, though mine, are small, quiet, and often inconsequential.
So I chose another path. I chose a story. A boy, blending with our world, gifted with something unimaginable—something that defies rules, that bends reality, that challenges the very way we understand life and power. And through him, perhaps, I can explore questions I have yet to answer for myself: What does it mean to be human? To be responsible? To be alone in a world that cannot comprehend you?
This is a story about power, yes. But more than that, it is about discovery, failure, grief, and the fragility of the world we all share. Maybe, just maybe, a reader will pick up something from these pages—a thought, a spark, a quiet realization—and it will matter in a way I could not offer from my own life.
This is my attempt to reach beyond myself. To write not what I have lived, but what I imagine—and in doing so, perhaps touch someone else's life in a way experience alone could not.