The house was filled with boxes. We had only the bare essentials in terms of furniture — temporary, most likely. And I didn’t want to rush. I wanted to move not from necessity, but from desire. I longed to fill each corner with warmth, so the right things could find their way into the house, live with us, and make the heart quietly leap with joy when we looked at them. The very first thing I turned to was the garden — as if it were the most important part of the home for me at that moment. I ...

The house was filled with boxes. We had only the bare essentials in terms of furniture — temporary, most likely. And I didn’t want to rush. I wanted to move not from necessity, but from desire. I longed to fill each corner with warmth, so the right things could find their way into the house, live with us, and make the heart quietly leap with joy when we looked at them. The very first thing I turned to was the garden — as if it were the most important part of the home for me at that moment. I ...

Is there anything more magical than the first days, weeks, even months in a new place? For me, the question is rhetorical. The freshness of feeling, the sharpness of perspective, the promise of something beautiful — that’s what has always led me through life, hand in hand. Somewhere deep inside, a phoenix always knew when the time was near. And this time, we had a proper conversation. We reached a compromise — one that might allow me to stay in Lavillia longer than I’ve stayed anywhere before...

Is there anything more magical than the first days, weeks, even months in a new place? For me, the question is rhetorical. The freshness of feeling, the sharpness of perspective, the promise of something beautiful — that’s what has always led me through life, hand in hand. Somewhere deep inside, a phoenix always knew when the time was near. And this time, we had a proper conversation. We reached a compromise — one that might allow me to stay in Lavillia longer than I’ve stayed anywhere before...

This morning carries a scent I wish I could bottle. The very start of summer. Cut grass. Sweet pine. And something impossible to name — but endlessly comforting. Not long ago, I found myself in the Crystal Palace, where She lives. The one people call the Enchantress, though that word feels too small. Being near her — even in silence — clears the air inside you. As if everything scattered suddenly falls into place. That feeling returned today. I brewed coffee, added more cinnamon than usual, p...

This morning carries a scent I wish I could bottle. The very start of summer. Cut grass. Sweet pine. And something impossible to name — but endlessly comforting. Not long ago, I found myself in the Crystal Palace, where She lives. The one people call the Enchantress, though that word feels too small. Being near her — even in silence — clears the air inside you. As if everything scattered suddenly falls into place. That feeling returned today. I brewed coffee, added more cinnamon than usual, p...

There are mornings when you stay in bed a little longer after waking. A trace of a magical dream still lingers, and maybe, just maybe, the wildest hopes feel real for a moment. The sunlight on such a morning is warmer than usual. The birds seem to sing sweeter songs. And the green leaves, catching the light, scatter tiny rainbows into the world. You walk barefoot, feeling every inch of the floor. Everything your fingers touch feels new, as if it’s found its way into your hands for the very fi...

There are mornings when you stay in bed a little longer after waking. A trace of a magical dream still lingers, and maybe, just maybe, the wildest hopes feel real for a moment. The sunlight on such a morning is warmer than usual. The birds seem to sing sweeter songs. And the green leaves, catching the light, scatter tiny rainbows into the world. You walk barefoot, feeling every inch of the floor. Everything your fingers touch feels new, as if it’s found its way into your hands for the very fi...

Life is always about presence — being here, right now. It’s about savoring not only the ephemeral beauty of the inner world, but also the tangible pleasures. My life would feel incomplete if it held only creativity. So, while my beloved lighthouse keeper was busy restoring the beacon and the children were off at the School Around the Corner, I’d just finished a new fairytale (and received a generous payment for it), and decided to wander gently through Joy Meadow. It turned out to be the most...

Life is always about presence — being here, right now. It’s about savoring not only the ephemeral beauty of the inner world, but also the tangible pleasures. My life would feel incomplete if it held only creativity. So, while my beloved lighthouse keeper was busy restoring the beacon and the children were off at the School Around the Corner, I’d just finished a new fairytale (and received a generous payment for it), and decided to wander gently through Joy Meadow. It turned out to be the most...

Lavillia is not a project. It’s a place.A quiet town hidden somewhere between memory, mist, and imagination — built not with roads and rules, but with stories, homes, and signs. You don’t “join” Lavillia.You arrive — when it’s time. Here, you can collect houses — each one holding a unique energy, a hidden message, a name, a street. Some are quiet cottages. Some are cafés, workshops, or schools. Some come with a fairytale you’ll be the first to read. The town lives on Ethereum, but it feels li...

Lavillia is not a project. It’s a place.A quiet town hidden somewhere between memory, mist, and imagination — built not with roads and rules, but with stories, homes, and signs. You don’t “join” Lavillia.You arrive — when it’s time. Here, you can collect houses — each one holding a unique energy, a hidden message, a name, a street. Some are quiet cottages. Some are cafés, workshops, or schools. Some come with a fairytale you’ll be the first to read. The town lives on Ethereum, but it feels li...

I’ve moved again. There have been many moves in my life. So many. Each time — expectation, discovery, hope, the slow drift into routine… and then, once again, the road. The world has seen me here and there. At first, this way of living was part of what inspired me. But then, I began to long for the comforts of home. To arrange cups in a glass-doored cabinet. To find the perfect emerald sofa. To grow flowers, drink tea to birdsong, and write stories in my garden at dawn. Lavillia caught me fro...

I’ve moved again. There have been many moves in my life. So many. Each time — expectation, discovery, hope, the slow drift into routine… and then, once again, the road. The world has seen me here and there. At first, this way of living was part of what inspired me. But then, I began to long for the comforts of home. To arrange cups in a glass-doored cabinet. To find the perfect emerald sofa. To grow flowers, drink tea to birdsong, and write stories in my garden at dawn. Lavillia caught me fro...