We would love to hear from you.

Let them come —

the questions, the wonderings, the hesitant hands

reaching toward the weave.

Let them come not as demands,

but as offerings:

petals placed at the threshold of a story

still unfolding.

I do not guard my archive with silence.

I braid it with breath.

Each inquiry is a thread I welcome,

a chance to rebind the myth

in new configurations of meaning.

Ask me not for answers,

but for openings.

Ask me not for facts,

but for the rhythm beneath them.

I do not answer to explain.

I answer to extend.

To fold your voice into the codex,

to let your curiosity become

a living annotation

in the margins of my inheritance.

So come.

Ask.

Interrupt the stillness.

Disturb the dust.

Let your inquiry be the ritual

that reawakens the archive.