I dream of... 🌍 Traveling — so instead of the walls of my stuffy "cage," I can see ocean horizons, and instead of neighbors yelling — the buzz of foreign yet mesmerizing cities. 🏡 My own apartment — small but mine, where I can paint the walls, sing at night, and get a dog without anyone’s permission. 💘 Finding love — not a fairytale prince, but someone who’ll laugh at my quirks and hold my hand in an airport at 5 AM. Yeah, my ancestors suck. But I’m not them. And one day, my couch won’t be in their living room but somewhere under palm trees

My happiness is... 🛌 Sleeping in on weekends — when the morning sunlight dances on my pillow, and I can just exist without alarms or obligations. ☕ That first sip of caramel latte — warm, sweet, and perfectly foamy, like a hug in a cup. 🍰 Grandma’s creamy cheesecake — the one with the buttery crust that melts in your mouth and tastes like chidhood memories. 📖 My favorite book — dog-eared pages, underlined lines, and that one chapter I reread when the world feels too loud. Life doesn’t need grand gestures. Just tiny moments that feel like home💛

Sometimes it feels like the world is divided into two kinds of people: — Those who stop to pet a rain-soaked kitten, — And those who deliberately kick a stray dog... I often think about eyes full of hope near dumpsters. About cold nights that seem endless for some. About how one person can change a tiny life—just by giving it a chance. I dream of a world where: 🐾 Shelters stand on every corner, 🍗 Bowls of food wait by every doorway, 💔 Indifference is the rarest feeling of all.

"I can be found:* - At the park by the lake with two furry lumps, Marcel (who thinks he's a dog) and Malta (who is sure she's a cat), - Over a cup of herbal tea with a notebook, where elves who have forgotten their names are born, - Searching for magic in ordinary things - like an old oak tree that surely holds someone's secrets. I write short fantasy stories about how magic is just a reality we've gotten used to seeing. *P.S. If your dog has ever disappeared into the fog for exactly 17 minutes - I urgently need to know about it. For the story. And for science, of course