This morning, I woke somewhere between two worlds — the edge of sleep and the edge of awakening. I thought I was awake, yet part of me was still dreaming. The dream lingered, unfolding like a new reality taking shape. It felt vivid, almost touchable — a place not yet real, but somehow familiar. There was beauty in it, a sense of hope, but also a quiet unease beneath the surface.

Following through with a dream isn’t always a straight line. This book has lived in my mind for years—in sketches, notes, and quiet moments of conceptual design. But now, the time has finally come to move from intention to creation. This is the moment to honour the vision I’ve carried for so long and fully follow through with my dream.

This is the moment to grow it—
to take every thought, every dream, every quiet piece of my voice and lift it to the next chapter. What began as an idea now asks for shape, depth, and courage. It’s time to nurture it, trust it, and let it rise into the story it was always meant to become.