I’ve always dreamed of traveling, even if most of my journeys so far exist only in my imagination. Sometimes I sit by the window or walk through familiar streets and pretend I’m somewhere far away—another city, another country, another life waiting just beyond the horizon.
In my own way, I already live between worlds. Part of me is here, going through ordinary days, and part of me is still inside the games and stories I love so much. Maybe that’s why reality sometimes feels softer to me, like it can be reshaped if I look at it differently.
I like to imagine the people around me as characters from a game—someone passing by might be a quiet mage, lost in thought, or a brave warrior hiding behind a calm expression. Someone else could be a traveler, or a healer, carrying kindness no one notices at first.
