A Letter From Your Big Sis (Before We Begin)
Hey hey hey! Wait—before you go all Sherlock mode trying to figure out what this story is about or what kind of twisted plot you're about to enter—pause! Let me be your big sis for a moment. Sit back. Grab chai or whatever dramatic drink fits the weather. I’ve got something to say first.
Please, don’t get the wrong idea about me or what I write. I’m not here trying to act all perfect or polished or genius-writer-from-the-start. Nope. I’m just a regular girl with a storm of thoughts clouding up my brain since forever, waiting for that one moment to start writing. And now that I finally picked up the pen—okay fine, opened a keyboard—guess what? Of course, I’ll have grammatical mistakes. Of course, I’ll struggle to explain my point—even if I try using fictional characters that have absolutely nothing to do with your life, or mine (okay...maybe a little emotionally).
But here's the real deal: even if the characters aren't real, their emotions will be. Their pain, their struggle, their tiny sparks of hope—they’ll feel real. Why? Because we’ve all felt them. And I want you to feel them too. You know that weird moment when you're watching a Netflix movie—first someone dies tragically, and then BOOM—suddenly it’s a comedy scene and you find yourself laughing. Like, what just happened?
That emotional shift? It’s manipulation. We’re being fed. We’re being excited. We’re being kept busy. And honestly, it keeps us away from our actual goals. I’ve seen people with brilliant minds—like, full-on “you-could-change-the-world” types—but they’re slowly ruining themselves. Why? Because they’re addicted to the drama, the distractions, the false highs of daily entertainment.
So before you judge anything in this story, please—don’t get offended by the religion themes, the wars, the historical drama, the fictional twists, the world-building, or the mythical powers that show up. Don’t even try to guess which religion I follow because I’m not going to tell you. Just know this: I’m turning toward something that’s a huge turning point in my life. And I want to pour all of that, in my flawed way, into this writing.
Yes, there will be sacrifices. There will be kindness too. But then...bam! There’ll be brutal moments. Ruthlessness. Mercilessness. You’ll have to deal with it. Because in our daily lives, don’t we already face these things—maybe not physically, but emotionally?
Sometimes a parent might say, “You’re a mistake.”
Sometimes someone tells you, “You’re a burden to us.”
Sometimes you hear, “You’re not the pride of this family.”
That hurts. It sticks. And then we start comparing.
One girl is called a prideful daughter. Her father praises her. She shines. She’s confident. She walks into a room like it’s her runway.
But the other girl? She’s ignored. Her brothers joke she’s a mistake. Her family doesn’t think highly of her. They label her useless, a burden.
And what happens? She starts thinking, “All humans are bad.”
But big sis is here to tell you: No, they’re not. Just because you met a handful of messed-up people doesn’t mean everyone is like that. You’ve got to keep experiencing. Keep searching. And one day you’ll meet people who make you say, “Wow...these people exist? Why didn’t I know earlier?”
And yes—regret will follow. You’ll think, “My beliefs, the way I judged, the way I searched...led me here.”
Been there. Felt that. It’s real. And I’ve seen others go through it too.
So I’m taking all that—the pain, the shifting emotions, the self-doubt, the dramatic highs and lows—and turning it into a mythology. A fictional world, yes. But also a place for healing. A story to engage, to surprise, to wake up something in you.
I really hope you’ll give it a chance.
And please, again—don’t get me wrong at any point. Whatever I write, it’s not directed at you. It’s just the way I’m breathing life into my chaos.
Alrighty! Enough babbling. Time to buckle up. Let’s dive into a world that’s not real...
…but feels too real.
—With weirdly honest love,
Your big sis 💌
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