Dear reader! How pleasant it is to write these words.

I’ve always wanted to address my audience like this — sitting in a cozy armchair, at a writing desk, or under the blazing sun on a deck chair, glancing over the top of my glasses at the beautiful people before me.

 

Yes, before me.

For you’re reading the text, and I am now on the other side of the page or the screen — whichever you prefer.

It’s me catching your gaze between the lines.

 

There — your grey eyes just narrowed for a moment… and now they widen in surprise.

Hello!

And yours — blue as the sky, a little tired. Greetings to you!

 

Large, small, narrow, slanted, round or almond-shaped, weary or wet with tears, hidden behind sunglasses, reading glasses, or contact lenses — I’m happy to see you all.

 

Eyes, you’ll be the first to see these lines that will then become thoughts and images, events, moments, and stories.

 

Have you met Her yet?

No?

Her day begins like a fairy tale.

 

And Him?

He was resting on a rock after hard work.

 

Remember — it is Them watching the dying day.

 

Ah yes! I haven’t described or named Them.

You know, who they are and what they look like — it doesn’t matter.

Perhaps they’ll seem very familiar to you.

 

I assure you, though everything might have happened — or might yet happen — any resemblance is purely coincidental.

 

Despite the fairy-tale nature of the hero, his existence is both real and unreal at once.

And I believe that if we know nothing of another world, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

Nor that these worlds cannot intersect.

 

Perhaps they’re all part of one greater world.

After all, the Author has decided so — and so let it be.

 

Don’t overthink it.

Even the Joker on the Author’s chest says: “Don’t worry, be happy.”