More Than Just a Story

This is a story built around the ruins of the world that shaped me. 

 I began writing it because I needed to make sense of my life. What started like a personal reckoning became a devotional practice—a deep, expansive conversation with the Muses, those subtle currents of inspiration that move like light through silence.

Why I’ve Told This Story

I didn’t write this story to teach anyone anything.

 I wrote it because something in me needed a place to land and I had to create that place myself.

 For years, I lived inside questions I could barely articulate—about identity, survival, memory, longing, love, power, oppression, belonging, freedom, connection, and the anguish of not living a life that felt like my own. Living with pieces of myself scattered across the past, the future, the body and the imagination.

 The many fragments of my psyche—the voices, conflicts, desires along with the struggle of my own life become the early terrain of this book.

Over time, what I’d been holding unspoken grew into worlds.

 Those fragmented parts became people.

 The struggles became cosmology.

 The longings became a myth.

 This story is the integration of my own journey—a way of stitching together everything that once felt messy or incoherent. It gave shape to truths I couldn’t express any other way. It allowed me to meet myself from angles I had never seen before.

I created this world to understand my own.

 And if you choose to visit it, may it help you understand something of yours.

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What you’re about to read is more than a story.

It’s a new set of patterns, woven together in a book. It moves like consciousness: layered, looping and alive.

Informed by my life, the idea was born in the crack of the world we never asked for—a world shaped by empire, hierarchy, narrow certainties, and the myth that life must conform to a single system of meaning. I do not write from that logic. I could not. 

This is not a tale of conquest or good versus evil. It’s an adventure of remembrance. A Neo-Mythic narrative that breaks free from the traditional—and deeply patriarchal—hero’s journey and the empire shaped myths we inherited. 

 Growing from the creative voice I abandoned as a teenager, storytelling became an act of self-love—a long-awaited homecoming of my Creative Spirit. Through this book I explore what is required to reconnect with yourself, soul-led metamorphosis and the non-linear path towards wholeness. 

 Here, the sacred act of storytelling threads outsider perspective, emotional truths and expressions of love. Every character carries a current of my own psyche—the wounded, the resilient, the yearning, the defiant, the fragmented, the hopeful. Through them, I’ve met parts of myself I once hid or buried, and the cosmology that emerged, helped me to understand the wisdom within my lived experience. 

 Empire teaches us that stories must have a centre, a chosen one, a villain; a single rising arc and clean redemption. Conditioning the foundation of our psychology and collective unconscious. But real lives—especially the lives of the queer, the abandoned, the sensitive, the fractured—do not move like that. They branch. They loop. They collide. I wanted to create a space where complexity could breathe—where characters are not saved by external forces, but by the truths they uncover (or avoid) within themselves.

This story was shaped by the consciousness of the marginalised, the mystical, the traumatised—those who hear too much and feel too deeply. 

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Audre Lorde wrote: “The master’s tools will never dismantle the master's house.” Inquiring through this doorway I discovered: 

 I could build a new structure around the master’s house—vast enough, wild enough, honest enough—that the old house simply becomes too small to live in, and dissolved into the new space that once held it. 

This book is part of that new house. A home of liminal consciousness.

It is not a renovation. It’s an expansion—a mythic architecture beyond empire where many rooms exist at once. You are not asked to burn anything down. You are simply offered an invitation: Step outside the walls you inherited. Walk into the rooms built from imagination, memory, tenderness, rage, and the courage to question the blueprints we were given. 

 If you can receive this mythos not just as entertainment, but as a process, it may be a threshold to healing, soul-rememberance, or spiritual insight. You may notice moments that mirror your own journey. If something resonates, you’re invited to explore it at your own pace.  If nothing stirs, that too is perfect.  

My hope is that you can feel how alive this story is, feel the love woven through it. It moves in waves as well as form.

Bringing it to life has been profoundly transformative. I offer it as a meaningful breadcrumb on humanity’s uncertain path forward—an echo of clarity, courage and coherence for those who need it. 

If you feel the pull of the liminal—of the in-between—then welcome. 

Let it be a mirror.

 Let it fan the spark.   

Let it be a companion on your path of becoming.  

— Aethor