Today I would like to share with you the first two paragraphs of my novel – the ones that started it all. 📖✨ Although the text has already undergone many changes, I want to be honest with you. Working on such a large project is a constant search, improvement and rediscovery – in a word: changes, changes, changes…
A lighter. A fire. A small flame. Inhalation and exhalation, clouds of thick smoke. I could smell spring rain in the air. The day was quite pleasant; the sun gently broke through the heavy, gray clouds, giving me hope for the rest of the warm day. At times, my hands trembled slightly, revealing the emotions hidden inside me. Tension and a specific, thick atmosphere accompanied me from the moment I woke up. I felt anxiety that settled in my stomach, almost reaching my throat. That day, various feelings, usually unpleasant, were swirling inside me. But above all, I thought about the fact that I would be playing out this scenario for the third time.
I adjusted my glasses and took a drag on my cigarette, looking at the bulky, gray building. I clearly felt a sense of minority next to it, perhaps because of my previous experiences. However, for many residents of this backwater city, this building was one of the few symbols of modernity and good taste, and above all, prestige. Despite this common opinion, for a long time this building had not stood out in any way to me. A large gray block, completely without character. Bland. My gaze wandered over the raw walls, which seemed to absorb every shade of light, thus reflecting the darkness and corruption hidden inside. This place had already opened the door to a new world and numerous prospects for me twice - it did not work out. That is why, standing there on this spring day, I hesitated whether it was worth entering once again. Did its interior really hide the potential of new possibilities?
Every word that was written then was a small step towards what Acta Est Fabula is becoming today. It is a journey full of emotions, doubts and passion. I hope this fragment shows you how this story begins – and maybe inspires you to share your own beginnings. What was your first step in realizing your dreams? 🌟