hey! sorry the curtains are not drawn up yet... they will soon be...
As i delved into the mysterious pages of the ancient 'imaginarium collective'¹, i stumbled upon an intriguing paradox. The more I uncovered about the secretive guild of writers who claim to be the gods of imagination the more I knew that their true powers lay not in their mythological status but in their ability to be able to tap into the hidden powers of creativity that governed the universe. I feared the luminous facade of omnipotence was not more than...well a facade. This was the ancient imaginarium Collective and I knew I was not supposed to be here. but the previous night polyhmnia the muse²of sacred poetry and hymns appeared to me and asked me to Kindle the flame of a transcedent theogony. and of course I wouldn't want to blame the muse for my unconventionality. The muses work with your dreams, aspiration, they flow with the streamline of your imagination
for the past three years I have been researching on...