there was love in the magic house. free-flowing, effervescent curiosity. where art and life collide. soft and subtle like the seas, the house gently asked you to pull back into the present. to be in the life you’re living, and stop scrolling through the lives you’re not.

the house told you that all you need is inside you, others would try to pull you away, but you slowly learned to stop answering their calls.

maybe making magic was all about being with yourself. alone time is crucial to creative and spiritual development. to make yourself more like who you want to become, even if that meant you were less followable.

surely authenticity would win out in the end, the magic house told her it was time to begin.