#lovemail

I've made a world for you.

It's a place that can be anything you'd like it to be. From tropical beaches to lush forests, from desolate fields to towering mountains, from bustling cities to rural townships, there are no limits. Not even the sky, which, if you so desire, are free to soar past.

But it doesn't have to be grand. An old woodworking studio, a kid's new vibrant dollhouse, a leaf with a single rain droplet. Experiment with sizes, find what range works for you. No rush.

Let's you've found it, the perfect scene. What of its senses? Are there notable landmarks, aromas that appeal to you, curious fauna in the distance, so on so forth? The ground beneath you (that is to say there is one), is it firm? Perhaps it creaks like wood or crunches like autumn leaves.

Regardless, let us continue.

I am in this world too. My form is yours to decide, should it be tangible or as faint as the evening breeze, all that matters is that I am here with you. I don't plan on leaving any time soon.

In this world, your shoulders feel lighter. Your heart is free from the grasp of dread. Your mind is clear of worry. Here, you are alright.

I have crafted every part of this word with care. Planned out the flora per every patch of land, constructed the architecture of every site, guided the waterways like ribbons weaving the soil. Painted the nebulae in a way that might catch your eye, written every book and tale by hand, placed rocks to grant shelter under.

You will find me in every corner. Thrumming through the roots of trees, under the beating wings of migrating birds, in the dusty corners near the back of shelves.

I am this world.

And I have made it all for you.

—Your ever-changing,