paradox island

She was an ancient sorceress, both wise and powerful.

She shattered illusion through her storms and silence,

and tempered hearts through tenderness and trials.

Her breath was the ocean around me,

and her spirit, vast and enduring,

anchored me deep within her timeless, starlit womb.

The island was both crucible and sanctuary,

a place where the dreams of my ancestors burned away,

so I could finally lay claim to my own.

She forced me to confront every fear and shadow within,

then invited me to redecorate with love and gratitude.

Sri Lanka rewrote my story —

and in her wild, unpredictable magic, I was entirely reborn.