My name is Thea, and I am like an autumn breeze tangled in the waves of my chestnut-brown bob. I’m 18, and I feel this age as if I’m standing on the edge of something grand—between a childhood filled with dreams and an adulthood promising endless possibilities.
I love long walks at dusk, when the city begins to glow with its first lights, and strangers look like characters from unfinished stories. I enjoy listening to the rain—it whispers to me about distant worlds I will one day explore.
I often get lost in my thoughts, building castles in the air and believing that true magic hides in the little things: in a stranger’s smile, in the scent of old book pages, in the first rays of sunlight slipping through the curtains.
People say I ask too many questions about this world, but I don’t see it as a flaw. Life is a mystery meant to be unraveled step by step—slowly, but with a heart full of wonder.
