#poem's below

1.

life

Things happened.

I get to heal myself in nature.

Another pivot after pivots and pivots of my start-up? social entreprise-to-be? DAO? entity? registered enterprise. creation.

I look at the choices of being able to co-exist with nature.

Perfectly imperfect.

Just to be able to make choices that make me aware of us creating & living in a world we truly love together.

2.

C L A R I T Y

I claim the C L A R I T Y of being able to merge different beautiful voices together. Loving the creation and usage of 'for-Soul' tech that are able to co-exist with nature and value-sharing &// exchanging arts with love. It's like an insane wish in this era.

Or is it?

Well, let's make it happen.

3.

'nature, neuro, & arts'

I love creating while I love healing people.

I think the people who truly know me already know it for sure.

However, let me share some attention to details of the words of 'nature, neuro, & arts' that I either put in my bio or focus somewhere actually came from another 'thingy' that seems so familiar if you're one of the OGs here or have been a visitor of my site &// other socials before this.

'nature, neuro, arts' with 'neuro' being 'neuroscience' that came from 'tech' when I first talked about the tech projects I build as a biomed engineer!

'neuro' just fits perfectly into me as I explore more and more about the cognitive and read/try to understand different perspectives and the research about it nowadays. It's crazy that I just happened to create 'Neurosage art experience' when I get more opportunities to know more about neuroscience and research in the cognitive neuroscience field as well. For people who know Mandarin, Neurosage is like 一语双关 (one word for double meanings) but played in English instead because sage represents nature but at the same time, sage is a sage or a person with wisdom shining all the way through. Okay, but we'll have more of the naming part if we have a way to share more about the 'founding' part. Probably 'video-vibey' or other methods to be explored.

Love, love, love.

4.

what/who/how I can empathise with while still staying true to myself (& knowing what I can't)

When we read books last time, we're like 'ouh, what to summarise or understand about it?'

for now, I mean we could still do it, but whenever I'm going across masterpieces, no matter they're stories in books or movies or shows, I feel like I hope to know which part I empathise with and/or which part inspires me to internalise different things. Why, how, or what. Or just to experience it in some cases. And, I actually get to know which would be my favourite and sense which ones have the core values that are similar with such world views that add up to my construction of values or just simply let me branch out with some valuable / interesting information.

5.

create & heal

Looking back, that younger self (since 5 years old as I can remember) just wanna create something that is able to heal people.

What can that be? It can be anything, honestly. In my hands, I hope that it can be anything that's wise, kind, and co-existing with nature with lots of love.

It's healing the mind, body and Soul thoroughly while it's so vast that it's beyond us and beyond nature.

Feel free to check these things out with the link(s)/clickable words provided below.

P/s: It's been a while since I've posted a poem, but I've been kept on writing & creating. Just forgot to post or question about things here & there. Letting it sit this time.

6.

[bonus + Easter egg!]

[C L A R I T Y]

Bravery sits.

Bravery soars.

The same heart has a calling that's born to roar.

And yet the same heart is too sore

and rests like a hermit despite it all.

Then, the heart sings.

Then, the heart roars.

Again and again

until caves turn into gardens

and pictures turn back into words.

Then, words turn back into ideas

like the sounds tingling our minds,

roar and roar.

silence.

clarity claims.

Silence.

Clarity comes.

SILENCE.

C L A R I T Y

sways and moves and wiggles its tails

to enter the scene bringing all the dreams

like a playground full of children welcoming their favourite little ball.

The ball isn't bouncy.

It isn't staying still.

It's infinitely big and infinitely small.

It's joined through many other kind Souls.

It's being played with such joy and such will and such determination.

There, bravery sits and soars again

while watching it all.

thanks, with love!

C L A R I T Y ~ Loving the creation and usage of 'for-Soul' tech that are able to co-exist with nature and value-sharing &// exchanging arts with love.

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Instead of recommendations or not, my writing is more of 'What am I thinking when reading them? What new thoughts do they spark within me?' Of course, while I would state certain parts in quotation as actual quotes or information that I'd love to keep or share as they are, most writings are not necessarily about me agreeing or disagreeing.

What I read would most likely inspire or spark my personal stories, connect with my personal experience, or even bring up totally irrelevant things that are creatively and uniquely discovered to be expressed and understood. Also, my writing is rather jumpy, creative, and coming all over the place as I 'play' with my expressions and the use of words. My creations may include rather experimental expressions and grammar in a uniquely beautiful way, while information is conveyed with love. Do fact check and/or have your own thoughts while our world is always updating the latest information as we grow and outgrow ourselves. I may update with any new thoughts as I grow as well. About blogging: while I'll tag 'open source', 'open educational resource', etc., the licenses and usage are defined by the authors of the books, while I'll most probably link and cite the resources. Meanwhile, my personal blogs, thoughts, etc., that are newly crafted are openly licensed, as stated on this site (CC BY-NC 4.0 ).

It's a process of understanding different parts of the world. I view them as information from communities that bring different values close to us. Then, we rethink to filter or reconstruct new ecosystems with the parts we love to understand, accept, and create our own world. Might as well just feel and be here.
Seeing the world as a world and a world as worlds.

The book that we're reading:

Open Neuroscience Initiative — Austin Lim, PhD

The Institutional Repository of Depaul University

Published on June 30th, 2021, the Open Neuroscience Initiative is a free open educational textbook developed by Austin Lim, PhD, and funded by the Vincentian Endowment Fund of DePaul University.

Thank you very much, with lots of love.

Open Neuroscience Initiative - Austin Lim, PhD

The Open Neuroscience Initiative is a free to use undergraduate level neuroscience textbook. It is a collaborative effort on behalf of neuroscientists, undergraduate educators, science communicators, publishing experts, and artists. Traditional educational textbooks can be prohibitively expensive for college students who are enrolled in neuroscience classes.

https://www.austinlim.com

Open Neuroscience Initiative

The Open Neuroscience Initiative is a free-to-use textbook This project began as a means to overcoming the financial burden that face undergraduate neuroscience students when buying textbooks. By compiling and writing a completely free-to-access textbook that covers the foundations of a typical college introduction to neuroscience course, students would have one less obstacle to overcome in their educational career, allowing them to focus their valuable time and attention on learning rather than finances.

https://via.library.depaul.edu

Information, inspiration & thoughts

Neuroscience facts that are slightly interesting

If you still remember from where we left off, we talked about expanding beyond the ways of retrieving new information mentioned. However, we also let ourselves know, appreciate and welcome these methods in our lives with much love and respect. Let's do a recap.

From Open Neuroscience Initiative (this book) ~

Neuroscience is understood via:
1. Experimental design
2. Observational study
3. Case study

By looking at these methods used one by one, we have more detailed thoughts inspired by the more detailed information as well.

1. Experimental Design

Independent variable: factor being changed, e.g. num. of hours to read
Dependent variable: factor being influenced, e.g. understanding of information
Confounding variables: num. of sleep, similar age, gender distribution, educational history, info to be understood &// applied, etc.

Control group: unaffected ones, remain the original, e.g. num times as 0, and then test your understanding of the material.

*these are my personal interpretations combined with the real exact texts for easier understanding. The original texts inspire me and let me rethink or adjust them into my own ways of thinking, living, and conveying messages.

2. Observational Study ≈ Quasiexperimental Design

One of the facts that I've jotted down and searched via Ecosia is
'observational study ≈ quasiexperimental design' or 'quasi-experimental design'.

From the search, my personally interesting finding would be that the changing variable, a.k.a. the independent variable is oftentimes already fixed by certain conditions. In this case, the personal health conditions of the ones involved in the study. It is not allowing a lot of flexibility for the experiment and/or study itself compared to the other ways, but it's more caring and flexible in terms of caring about the world and experimenting with different situations in the world.

Meanwhile, some explain it as the following:
Quasi-experimental design (QED): Diagnose, Plan, Measure, Reflect.

Back to being inspired by this book, I imagine different groups of people separated into a group that we knew were different with medical specifications and another group of the healthier ones. They then conduct the study ethically while it might have less randomisation that affects confounding variables. This may affect the interpretation of the data.

Demonstrates Correlation, not Causation.

3. Case Study

Examine rare cases with extra details.

E.g. Changes of personality caused by frontal lobe that's regulating our inhibitions.
Know more about 'Inhibition' and 'Brainwork' here. While it's an old material, it reminded me of a more recent and interesting read, Seven and a Half Lessons About the Brain by Professor Lisa Feldman Barrett. They mentioned the brain's ways of 'budgeting'. I'll hopefully be talking about the book soon, as I already bought it, with the beautiful, vibrant colours on the book cover looking as sophisticated as the brain. You may start with this interview for those who've heard about our wonderful neuroscientist here for the first time.

Back to knowing 'case study'.

Also, only show 'Correlation', not 'Causation'.

Or, I shall say: it then sparks discussion and in-depth research to understand the correlation and possible causation.

Okay, it took a shorter time to know about 'case study', but it got me thinking and researching about the information that is relatively new to me. For example, I found out the term 'neural inhibition' and browsed through different mental health issues linked to it. Then, knowing that it means fewer and/or more controlled activities.

Afterwards, I found other videos that are interesting to watch for people who are interested. Let me share it here with you to feel the beauty of knowledge and sharing.

Harvard Online. (2017, April 20). Excitation and inhibition of neurons. (Part of the "Fundamentals of Neuroscience" online course). YouTube.

The 'dendrite' comes from 'dendron' that comes from the meaning of 'tree' just gives me chills. I have been seeing and loving these networks as well as the cycles in nature. As above, so below, along with the other structures and non-structures that are somehow deeply connected when we dive deeper. Just love how the trees have roots and branches, while the neurons have dendrites and axons.

While we'll probably dive deeper into the microscopic vision in another way, I'm here to mention that there is so much information that's interesting at this age of time. I'm grateful for that. There's also a Nervous System Crash Course by Hank Green and their team to cover the basics along with some interesting facts. I'd probably collect all this interesting information into a list or collection if it's needed for others.

Expanding beyond the information in the book

We've mentioned the interesting expressions and expansion of retrieving and sharing the information in the previous blog/chapter. Here, we're going back to see what it's like in our known ways. Then, cycle back to expand more possibilities yet to come while we pause with a note of videos, books, and other interesting creations. I love and appreciate all the effort, as well as the naturally forming ways of all the kind souls conveying what we are looking for to us.

Thanks, with love.

• version 1 was published on 17-12-2025

• minor grammar check on 31-1-2026

• edited & reviewed on 4-5-26 & 5-5-26

'Seeing worlds as a world and a world as worlds.'
Life is a beautiful cycle with unexpected surprises~

thanks w/ love,

Chee

❤

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Instead of recommendation or not, my writing is more of 'What am I thinking when reading them? What new thoughts do they spark within me?' Of course, while I would state certain parts in quotation as the actual quotes or information that I'd love to keep or share as they are, most writings are not necessarily about me agreeing or disagreeing.

What I read would most likely inspire or spark my personal stories, connect with my personal experience, or even bring up totally irrelevant things that are creatively and uniquely discovered to be expressed and understood. Also, my writing is rather jumpy, creative, and coming all over the place as I 'play' with my expressions and the use of words. My creations may include rather experimental expressions and grammar in a uniquely beautiful way, while information is conveyed with love. Do fact check and/or have your own thoughts while our world is always updating the latest information as we grow and outgrow ourselves. I may update any new thoughts as I grow as well. About blogging: while I tag 'open source', 'open educational resource', etc., the licences and usage are defined by the authors of the books, while I'll most probably link and cite the resources. Meanwhile, my personal blogs, thoughts, etc., that are newly crafted are openly licensed, as stated on this site (CC BY-NC 4.0 ).

It's a process of understanding different parts of the world. I view them as Information from communities that bring different values close to us. Then, we rethink to filter or reconstruct new ecosystems with the parts we love to understand, accept, and create our own world. Might also just feel and be here.
Seeing worlds as a world and a world as worlds.

The book that we're reading:

Open Neuroscience Initiative — Austin Lim, PhD

The Institutional Repository of Depaul University

Published on June 30th, 2021, the Open Neuroscience Initiative is a free open educational textbook developed by Austin Lim, PhD, and funded by the Vincentian Endowment Fund of DePaul University.

Thank you very much, with lots of love.

Open Neuroscience Initiative - Austin Lim, PhD

The Open Neuroscience Initiative is a free to use undergraduate level neuroscience textbook. It is a collaborative effort on behalf of neuroscientists, undergraduate educators, science communicators, publishing experts, and artists. Traditional educational textbooks can be prohibitively expensive for college students who are enrolled in neuroscience classes.

https://www.austinlim.com

Open Neuroscience Initiative

The Open Neuroscience Initiative is a free-to-use textbook This project began as a means to overcoming the financial burden that face undergraduate neuroscience students when buying textbooks. By compiling and writing a completely free-to-access textbook that covers the foundations of a typical college introduction to neuroscience course, students would have one less obstacle to overcome in their educational career, allowing them to focus their valuable time and attention on learning rather than finances.

https://via.library.depaul.edu

Information, inspirations & thoughts

Neuroscience facts that are slightly interesting

When I first dived into the book, these few facts caught my attention.

'The real power of the brain is its flexibility', Pg 11
(I may personally love to change 'its' into 'our Soulful')

'Estimations of the computational power of the brain suggest that we can handle somewhere around 10^28 operations per second, processing power that is many orders of magnitude faster than any supercomputer to date.'

Neuroscience resources from a kind collective

Before starting the book, we read how the author had many contributors. Half from the internet through an action of bravely declaring the start of this project. Another half from personal connections. Saying neuroscience is widely covering topics from this to that, neurons to arts, makes me feel amazing because we all know that it's more than that. It's a mystery, yet more than a mystery all at the same time.

Also, from the table of contents, I find the topics about sleeping, emotions, etc. are way behind. These are the ones that spark my interest the most. I know. That's why it reminded me of crafting my own future creation and/or book properly to show the love of what I love as well. I got my mind into my worlds of connecting nature, neuro, and arts way before this book. But this book strengthens that thought of mine again and again.

Expressions from many books do too. But this one is open access and a collective love. It's just so amazing, and it's something I've loved since I was young, yet there are not a lot of people around that I could talk with about this. So, it's meaningful. And it's reminding me that they are all meaningful when I give them meaning and love.

Expanding beyond the three ways of retrieving information mentioned in the book

From Open Neuroscience Initiative (this book) ~

Neuroscience is understood via:
1. Experimental design
2. Observational study
3. Case study

From my personally interesting and creative perspective ~

It seems interesting and made me wonder if I could expand these ways and/or create and explore new ways, as I always love to, whether in arts, in life, or in this amazing favourite part of the world — a real-life Utopia I long to understand and is being truly mine.

Neuroscience to me: more than 'a subject', 'a course', etc.

Notice how I didn't use 'a subject', 'a course', or 'a piece of information', although it clearly is because it's more than that. Early in the days of seeing people put 'more than chairs', 'more than tables' as company slogans, or include 'this and beyond' in visions, I had mixed feelings. I do feel the same about 'beyond', while another side of my brain was like, 'isn't it just a chair? A table? Hhmmm...' And then, guess what... In one of the founders' programmes to show what we do, a founder mentioned that it felt ok to be straightforward and just say things as they are. For some time, I've kept things that way... Until... Lol... I felt like I do mean beyond, and finally see what's beyond, although there's nothing yet. Cause the nothingness breeds beautiful explorations and creations that are new and exciting. In safer and more ethical ways, from what I imagine, of course.

Then, from another perspective, it's insane. I saw an art that's more than an art one day. The expressions. The emotions. Beyond.

It started from a video of someone saying she was not meditating anymore, while the person on stage mentioned that, well, not seeing the map after arriving at the place is fine. She said she watches comedy while that person on stage said it's showing true nature; comedy is not just entertainment.

'Not just.'

'Beyond.'

'More than.'

To me, comedy also heals. Of course, it depends on personal preferences as well. I am able to pick up my preferences on the philosophical and thought-provoking yet cutesy ones.

Besides healing, comedy also sparks some beautiful value changes and inspirations within me. For some, their ways to be alive. For some, their understanding of the world. Wow.

And then... ...

Looking back at my art with value changes and stories that I thought of. Actually, more than that, even.

Yes. The infinite age.
The moment is being captured.
All my senses are loving this moment to be alive.
All of me being able to be present and enjoy.
All of the rest have taken their time, energy, and even resources, or what they didn't know, they put into making choices from allostasis that still tell them to be here. And, they allow themselves to be here mentally, physically, spiritually and beyond.

'Seeing worlds as a world and a world as worlds.'
I know what I'm meant to do now, just like how I promised myself since the day I knew myself.

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Chee

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In the previous blog, we have let out certain emotions in our 'rant'. While these emotions are our power, we also allow ourselves to understand the situations clearly to move on from there with much love.

manifestations

Manifestations, whether intentional or not, are always happening because of certain thoughts that we have. They are the causes and the ends, the beginnings in the hands.

heal

Watched certain episodes of a reality show of the TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine) practitioners understanding the clear symptoms. Then, the experienced ones explaining the ways of healing to the others.

Each and every happening in life is still contributing to the other things and consequences in our lives.

With whatever happening, there are still many choices in life.

Oh, also, having my art cards being packed and put around the essential oils &// plant extracts made them feel so great like a mindful ritual.

I love how the research of different researchers about the new stuff, a.k.a. unexplored ways to heal are getting accepted more and more. Despite the research gaps and biases, there are many experiments done fairly with love.

And, that's it. The rest would evolve from there onwards. I have high hope on our civilisation, so I have high hope on that too.

chakras & meditation

Each time I meditate, the chakras are imagined, visualised, and felt in ways that align with my condition. It's definitely magical.

When I'm sitting on a bench after raining while jotting down my thoughts about the plans with love, the meditation before and/or after felt like the ripples and vibrations just get to go from within and shine all beyond.

It's just different.

collective consciousness of the activities, events, & booths in nature

While we pivot and rebranded our mental health tech name to 'accepted by nature' while maintaining this with Mental Health Engineering, it's a surprise to see that many events on my feed are also in nature. In Malaysia, this year's definitely the first to see some places hosting and joining in the crowd to gather therapeutic booths in nature for healing. They came from different hosts and collaborations of different people though.

I also had that in mind, but in a different form earlier.

It made me think that the collective creativity and consciousness is letting us love the connection with nature while we talk about healing now. I'm glad to know about that as I still remember people asking me about 'competitors' or 'competitive strengths' while all I could think about is 'mutual growth' and 'collaborators who form ecosystems that evolve with much kindness and love'. I think I'm definitely happy that many of the events in nature also choose a relatively eco-friendly way to happen in our physical realm. Also, knowing more research to fill in the gap of healing in a variety of ways that are suitable for different people with much love.

comedy 喜人奇妙夜2

there's a comeback of one of my favourite reality shows. Well, I don't know. I felt touched and just simply really touched to see that there are still people who would just let their 'name' really go through a lot or fade away just to make the others laugh and tell stories that touch the other people's hearts. It's like a way to connect people and let the others know that being alive is so valuable in this world. And, making it all sound amazing. Making all problems sound ridiculous that is able to be laughed away within minutes.

I love that. I love it all.

Thanks, with love.

skills and the choices of allocating time

I think I really feel 'wow' when I see that some founders/people in charge/leaders just get to forgive people and forgive themselves easily while they blend different sides so well.

I... I stay so firm to my stances that I kinda need a translator between me and the people around me so that it doesn't hurt me and it doesn't hurt them too, sometimes. In the past.

Maybe art does that. My art does. Or, maybe I am not aware of me having the bargaining power? Nah, that's cringey. They even called it negotiating power and persuading power. I would say simply communication with those I love.

The ones who take time to really know would know.

That's just what I know.

I still stay firm to my stances, but differently. In a way that just let nature holds me.

Do you know how much an environment and the people we talk to can change about us?

Do you know how much one conversation can change this world?

Do you know how many fish are there in the whole wide world?

Maybe you do.

But even if you don't, how much does it matter?

in cases where it matters,

that's when it doesn't matter anymore to me...

at least, to me, until...

...until portals to different parts of the world start to reopen for me.

Worlds physically, mentally, spiritually and beyond.

Worlds and portals.

Portals and worlds.

Then, worlds and portals again.

people on stages

I saw a person who were the great comedian with a pal that's so cool.

Without the pal, reforming different groups, something seemed off.

On another side, some people were standing out more than the others in groups. I didn't understand why they didn't get to the places that they definitely could.

Then, they came back with different people, and they did.

Some people were seen again and again, leaving certain impact. But just gone and gone again. They tried again and again as lost little lambs. Then, they weren't suitable on that stage as they were on the other stages.

But they came back just because they felt happy themselves.

Before they headed on the other stages again.

I think it's cool.

They all reminded me of myself and the people around me.

Idk how, but I felt all of them.

back to 'skills and choices of allocating time'

I wanted to say things like Blender, Nomad Sculpt, animating, a certain code language that could be used for creating a Blender Addon or the other tech projects that's in my mind.

But I can't anymore.

I don't think in such ways anymore. At least not now.

Even when dealing with colour correcting in Davinci Resolve, I didn't think about mastering a skill of editing video, but more like playing. And, just simply playing and being alive.

The moments of 22 in Soul movie and the other momentary shots in different creatives show this treasured moment of mine that's being felt.

Everyone's up to something for something so that they have something.

I can't.

I don't think I can really talk to them.

And they don't know why.

Although I told them why.

I clearly did.

Yet to them, it's still done so abruptly.

I love them though, like little babies growing into little children running around with what they think about the world is like. Playing games in ways that seem slightly outdated to me while I try to change the game.

I love myself, clearly.

But I took a long, long time to forgive myself and the whole world. When the anger warns me, and the tear saves me while it cleanses me, and that's when I finally see...

how beautiful my heart has always been and always will be.

I love myself for being me.

Thanks for listening to another long story.

I'm glad to have readers at this age of mixing identities.

thanks w/ love,

Chee

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From the development of technology to economics, to arts and nature, then back to animation, and brain-computer interface. We'll catch up on that.

I haven't been this sick for a while now.

Because those who've been meditating know that people who meditate could easily heal if they let themselves.

I still meditate as I observe the condition of the flue gets better.

And, I was thinking about how I've always been avoiding to talk about illness because back in the earlier days, certain 'manifestation gurus' told us that we gotta think about what we love more so that those things get manifested. Well, I still know and agree that we have conversations and thoughts about what we welcome, but I do think that we have to have the courage to allow.

allow

I haven't been allowing.

In times of failing and failing all over again, I haven't been allowing.

In times of being rejected by way too many things and people, I haven't been allowing.

Is that negativity? I won't even allow myself to mention 'negativity' back then, I guess. Not even in my diary.

That's how crazy I am. I mean, I was.

People grew up differently and understand things differently from me, I haven't been allowing.

People blame things here and there, I think they're too toxic which in fact they were and even influenced me to be as such back then because we all cared too much about things we were obsessed about, I haven't been allowing.

sacred tears

I cry in the middle of thinking what would it be like, what would life be like from here on as I still put my hands under the tap flowing with psychic toxic even after knowing because of curiosity, anything from the past that won't matter anymore, things that seem like they're a mix of the best and the worst, being so chaotic that is not worth of using the sacred tears to cleanse again and again in the negative loop. Yet, I wasn't allowing and I yell for the others to stop touching those taps in my nightmares. Or my dreams. Or nightmares that I won't even mention as 'nightmare' even though I cry waking up from things like that. I wasn't allowing.

I hope that I could spit in the toilet bowl like what my Grandma used to say so that every so-called 'bad omen' would be gone, so that nobody would know and I would also forget because I don't wanna remember.

The more I struggle from things that were kept on chasing me in the nightmares, the more I wasn't allowing. Until I ran once, from two powerful hands that were trying to hold me like fish.

Yet, Idk how I'm a fish like an energy ball that grows legs and ran off so quickly. There's a flight of stairs. All white. Everywhere is white. I thought I got out of the nightmare loop ever since. I was so happy.

Yet, that dream of the sacred tears and my severe sickness this time told me the signals that I wasn't allowing.

'am I gonna see you get married'?

A friend asked me.

I avoided the question.

I cried the next second she couldn't see me.

Because I know I really would almost say 'no', but I have been dreaming about it since young. I can't. I can't lie, but I can't say 'yes', because I can't anymore.

I can't even tell her that my heart was broken since February.

I pretend to be happy.

I wasn't allowing.

No, not Ferbuary.

Last year.

No, not last year.

Last few years.

No, not last few years.

Since I was a child.

I wasn't allowing.

Chee, I wanna tell you that it's okay.

I would love you the same even when you cry.

I would love you the same even when you smile.

and yes, we have moments of truly being happy too.

A lot.

And I am so glad that we are allowing.

I am so glad that you have anchors to hold us in our lives so that we can make it through every time we feel like the sky is collapsing.

because it's not.

It's still there.

I'm so glad that it's still there.

I'm crying typing this because humans are so vulnerably imperfections that are so beautiful like myself.

I knew so many mental health professionals who have different episodes that also seek for mental health aid at different life stages.

And, so, I did not give up on mine.

communities

Breaking out of being the hermit disengaged from the world, many things felt better at first.

imposter

yet, I often felt like an imposter.

u gotta voice out what u truly think

because if we don't, you have stacks of things to prep and understand but your voice would be muffled and even your ear is kinda like having cotton there.

well, at least now we know we can't blow our nose too hard or else our nose would bleed like one of the weekends or holidays after this Lunar New Year. Crying hard, nose bleeding, like a zombie from public transport.

so,

back to not wanting to be

the imposter

and yet

being one.

imposter X2

I love tech and I love arts.

I miss the era where Leonardo Davinci is both the artist and the scientist.

Artificial Intelligence

In the tech world, I love ethical data training and eco-friendly usage. So, I'm glad that Denoise button of Blender, the Legal Large Language Model that's using data with permission and/or public domain data kl3m.ai - the cleanest LLM in the world, and the other hopeful projects in the world as such that hopefully would have more attention.

And, so, hey, that doesn't mean that everyone has to become related to a certain technology. In fact, if the evaluation is really as said, we might actually be able to free our hands to do anything in the world for real.

Not everyone has to be forced into a certain path of AI, AI, AI, so that they have contribution to the world. And, in creation of technology for protection, it is not an excuse of AI for war when your company mission and vision talk about love and peace. It's not a world of forceful fear until now. We have been dancing with our love and fear that's naturally shaping us and weaving every step forward. We've ditched all those forceful and physically hurtful ideas as our civilisation moves forward just to prove our points of the power of negotiation as well as the power of understanding our emotions.

Also, to the people who are controlling other people's data so that you can target them with different ads or 'brainwashing materials' while calling themselves their concept 'philantrophy', be careful of the karma and the strike back.

Ya, btw, for the people who don't know, I have a course of AI out of all the coursework of my degree in biomedical engineering. Also, back in 2022, I joined a heck lot of AI competitions.

I love souls who are making technology more accessible to not gatekeep certain things for a certain group. Some say the elites, some say the ones without bad intention yet unable to spread the information too far.

I love them.

But, I hate them for being used as tools to create or use things in ways that are deviating from the purposes of the creations.

Just look at what and where we're heading towards now, I still have to have high hopes.

Good luck on the AI Safety research groups and good luck on the people who thought that it's all a yes-or-no situation.

Because it's not.

I have high hopes on us for creating a new path with a new world.

New ways of creating ecosystems in the destruction and construction come and go like breathing of nature.

I have confidence in us.

arts

I really love arts.

watercolour, pattern art, recently even tangling, neurographic, creating my own style even. I love animation. I love so many people who use stories to create value changes naturally.

I love stories.

The longer and the more philosophical yet creative, the better.

The more insane and out-of-the-world like no one has ever done before, the more intrigue.

Something that's so fearless that nothing and nobody can overtake or even if they do, it's like one of the arts in public domain that decide our times of owning and sharing, and more.

NFTs

some told me meme coins was it about blockchain while creator of ethereum, aka Vitalik didn't really 'like' meme coins. In the documentary, even just by watching the trailer, you would see the narrator teasing that the creators of tech might have great intentions and yet... sometimes when you look at how things deviate from there and look at Vitalik's current blogs, we would ask ourselves again about the hope we're standing for.

ya, the whole it's just to experience the moment could sink in to feel the nothingness from nothing while we love everything.

just to be alive.

yet, coming back into the topic, when I first touched NFTs, I see how they protect artists and any creators. We know that these are the ones directly from us and qualified.

We can see how Polygon, Ethereum, etc have their ecosystems with different tools. Btw, using a Web 3 publishing platform (paragraph.com) at first was also because I've used platforms like Google Blogspot, Revue, before and you do have to know that any centralised platforms have the rights to just make everything vanished overnight, intentionally or not, outta mistake sadly or strategic plans leaving certain things out of their plates etc.

So, ya, we're not here for the blockchain dramas and crypto platform scams because you could kindly watch how those things happen. To me, technology magnify human's traits. The greed and the misunderstanding all at once.

So, ya.

I gotta admit that I actually also thought about how great it would be to have a world with certain new decentralised platforms that give the power back to the people. And, yet, I realised certain things that I have to consider as well. Many of the older generations thought about the risky parts and some even calling it a 'gambling' place or a strategic plan of certain 'whales' or 'sharks' to control the market or make certain plans for their way out without putting a dime back into the ecosystem they promised to give.

Well, those did happen. Too many news that I won't even cite because I forgot about their names. Most of the ones that started in 2022, if you don't see them active anymore right now, it's sadly them.

Some who really put effort and resources back into their ecosystems, they're growing so slowly because there's still a huge gap of spreading the trust and information in using them. Plus, Idk why the vibes were usually kinda shady too, full of crypto ads that I personally think might scare first-timers as well. I personally wrote about not to simply click on links you dk as well, even when from family &// friends because their accounts might be hacked or they themselves dk about it even when sharing with kind intentions, from a personal past experience. It's as complicated as it seems, but the simple rule is to use a separate device for testing prototypes or new things, especially for tech people, or new founders always needing to click on such things here and there.

So, now we know about certain ways to show we are the ones who own the arts.

While some glazed their arts and some increase a layer of noise on their arts to avoid their arts being trained without permission, I'm right here typing and thinking... well... in turn, if I hope that anything seeing my words here would know, they would know too. Of course, also, I'm appearing slightly fearless because I have a soul consistently evolving compared to anything that's assisting me that is in my decision to use or not in different situations.

back to the ai and arts war

In the arts world, I love artists who could understand that it's not a black-or-white situation to blame everyone all at once while typing using plastic keyboards on electrical gadgets created in materials you don't know with electricity generated in ways you don't know that would most probably end up being e-wastes. Humans are not perfect.

You know, I really love artists.

and yet, I really have to admit that not all.

NOT ALL!!!

Do you know that I've seen certain artists actually dividing themselves from the others and say that their 'style' was not pioneering enough?

or critisicing in ways that made me feel so not comfortable!

As if arts in their eyes must or have to be or should be in a certain way if not perfection!

So, I lowkey dislike those people who change their profile pic as Ghibli style thingy when they dk that Ghibli have been spreading messages of not having war, and having more love and choices that protect the nature.

Some of them did literally the opposite while calling themselves 'romanticising life' which wasn't because romantic means memorable and living the moment for real.

are you?

so, I got myself into the position as an imposter no matter where I go because although I seem like an artist, I'm the biomedical engineer.

I seem like the engineer, but I am the artist.

damn.

what happened to this world?

Some putting their 'No AI' sign on their banner and arts as I was thinking like, do you know that certain people in tech were actually trying all that they can to go against people who use or create tech in ways that harm us?

Do you know that certain ways of using AI is in fact eco-friendly and ethical if we allow such people to be seen and allow it to happen like KL3m, Glaze, Blender, and more?

sigh.

sigghhhhhhhh

SIGGGGHGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ahahahhah

ok I got better now. See?

things unsaid and unheard to be said

thanks w love

that would bring us to being eco-friendly.

ecosia

being eco-friendly doesn't mean being perfect.

I gotta say that I hated myself for a while for buying acrylics last year, because I searched that it's not an eco-friendly medium most of the times.

also, I didn't touch the keyboards for real for a while...

plastic...

I know...

thinking about egg shell keyboards yet thinking of sources of eggs and sigh again...

yet seeing how corn starch bags are still here, people still working on renewable energy resources, climate changes, and changing lives...

seeing...

seeing...

seeing certain people really enjoying life and the moment as it is...

as it was...

as it is...

I love myself for being me the entire time.

so, ya, lastly, just wanna introduce ecosia in case anybody doesn't know. Just simply search and it contributes to effective tree-planting.

ya, on their youtube, they showed how they planted, like caring and knowing ways. Not just plant and leave it.

Also, tech being related to nature.

Yay, love it.

Let's end today's writing here.

Till we meet again.

have hope in love, okay?

at least have hope in loving myself, thanks w/ love!

thanks w/ love,

Chee

❤

are you mentally healthy, buddy?

It's been another year together!

• Welcome to raise awareness of leading with love in Stress Awareness Month 2025 #LeadWithLove! We're actually making it happen by joining EthGlobal Taipei as one of the teams creating a wonderful DeSci project.

• Autism Acceptance Month 2025: Acceptance Is an Action This year, I'm grateful to actually stand a chance in sharing wisdom, arts, and love with many younger souls. Some autistic and amazing kind souls have certain unnecessary biases from the surrounding. I'm glad we break that barrier together with so much love. If you happen to also see them, don't be afraid to befriend and thanks for accepting them as a part of our society as a whole.

• In this Poetry Month, we also express via arts, languages, and creations beyond. The poster is inspiring with the quote: 'This / is the world I want to live in. The shared world.' Bravo! Same here~! Let's express!

• Announced the launch of our eco-friendly essentials including my arts on postcards, greeting cards, shirts, and more in partnership with Teemill on Earth Day. Let's check it out if you haven't: chee.teemill.com

• Read & completed books in the month of our World Reading Day & getting free book from 8k hrs. Joined KualaLumpurReads & explore my personal ways of enjoying expressions & arts with nature in nature. Found out about public domain books including and found out about Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse. Still in awe after listening to its audiobook and going through the public domain version of it. Thanks with love.

• The lyrics in this song are insane. This is a brave celebrity who play multiple roles in life. Author. Dancer. Celebrity. Leader of a team crafting detective relevant products and/or services. Being the player in variety shows to solve such detective cases and the other things that have to balance the use of emotions and intelligence and more.

writing pages

We've been writing blogs and shifting from platform to platform since 12. Although it's only been a year on Paragraph, it felt like a long journey. Last year, we wrote so much about inner conflicts, stories of people handling relationships with themselves and the others. These magical fictions reflect different aspects of our lives.

Thank you for each and every opportunity. Thank you for persisting, dearest Selves. I love me very much for real.

previous poems & stories are here.

Thanking ourselves for persisting with lots of love

with love,
Cliona Chee

dialogues: launching our eco-friendly essentials

'can you see that?'
"See what?"
'we're really making it happen!!! Our dreams!!! Spreading love to the world and so much more!!!'
"We sure have to make sure we can play multiple roles. Also, this looks like a very early & tiny step that I don't even know if anybody sees it."
'it's everything & nothing. I see us. I see it!'

Excited to announce the sneak peek on this collection on #EarthDay #OurPowerOurPlanet

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It's a lovely start to everything when the announcement is made. I'm grateful for being on Earth at this very moment. I have faith in humanity!

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❤ thanks with love! ❤

view my collection of poems & stories here.

I am so proud of myself， the World, & beyond with lots of love

with love,
Cliona Chee

❤

honestly, it feels excellent to say that we've finally reformed all the loveliest habits in life.

I actually hesitated to continue revealing my pictures with reasons not to, but whatever.

I really love this picture.

It's a picture taken near a waterfall.

I would prefer not to wear black again though, it's just absorbing heat energy and also the kind of aura from too many people in crowded places (kinda hot & tired, just personal opinion).

We have enough number of white tops to style into hundreds of ways. Using fashion as a bold language to represent myself is also a new thing I think about recently after my era of wearing very bland colours. I hope to feel and get to be seen as an art myself.

Every time we clear the wardrobe or pick what to pair up with which in different ways, we know that we have a slight personality change again. Some clothes that we won't wear the same while some that we would adore next. I love to see lovely humans who wear things their ways though. Lovely.

Colourful cotton skirt with pockets! White top feels silky yet eco-friendly. I just love these things.

Being an Empress in White with an artistic heart and choosing love could be easy.

Creating miracles of love everywhere is effortless.

I choose what I believe in. I choose what I know, and I am able to validate myself while I trust that my mirrored self would meet me with lots of love.

I know, I was always like 'a bit challenging, but we try' or carve that 'no pain no gain' in mind. We're ditching it. Yes.

Unnecessary pain and complications. Not for us. I don't want or need them. Not our ways, I have to admit.

I keep a file with so many miracles of love where these things show me how to be protected while allowing opportunities to come with love. They're as easy as breathing, eating, and walking for healthy people like us.

I also get rid of many other things along the way.

Asking quick questions and responding intuitively by saying 'Yes' or 'No'.

I'm grateful for the ability to be honest to myself.

Whether it's because of #OutdoorOffices or the 'yes, yes, yes' when we ask ourselves 'Nature?', we just have to do this more often.

The most ironic part is that it's one station nearer to that place we hosted our first meeting with our previous collaborators. We even had to take the bus or book a ride or cross the street that made us feel so uncomfortable last time. I don't know.

I'm also a weirdo on eco-friendly things. I love watercolour over acrylics now that I know acrylics are not that eco-friendly. Yet, my keycaps on my keyboards are made of plastic and I'm living in a place that has been built up after destroying the habitats of tons of the other living things in nature. How ironic, right?

I also check the labels to know if my clothes are made of cotton or the other recycled materials, but I'm also a shopaholic who had my skincare products in plastic bottles. I kind of found an alternative on that one as I love castor oil for face nowadays. Ya, I do ask myself if there's a butterfly effect to this or not.

I do have glass bottles and mugs, but I also have plastic bottles that are lighter and close tightly. I've even seen recycling centres with people with eyes full of hope that there's a better tomorrow. Maybe. I hesitated on sharing the statistics that only a single digit percentage of plastics are recycled each year so far. We didn't tell them. And, I've seen so called eco-friendly events using plastic cutleries. I've also seen so called eco-friendly conferences being held in other ways that are nowhere near eco-friendly. I'm one who hopes to influence with love, not anger or complaints. So, we'll be gentle. We'll be calm. We'll be respectful. We'll try to be as forgiving as the Sun. We'll appreciate what the others have done for us while we try to do it our ways too. It's okay. It's really okay because I see more changes too. Packaging that are made of seaweed, campaigns for people who're making an effort to rewind what humans have done so far. I see hope. I think I really see hope.

I actually feel much better when I see the arts of shadow. We'll mention it in a long-form video that I'm about to release soon.

we'll have more posts, videos, and sharing dedicated to our spiritual art journey.

honestly, I think that people could look at an art and feel something. Maybe they heal, maybe they feel seen, maybe they just resonate much with it. Or if it's the opposite, they've received something.

I saw my art therapist friend using arts to express.

I saw a psychiatrist friend using AI arts for people to heal.

I'm a biomedical engineering graduate, in case you don't know yet.

I love arts.

I love intuitive arts in particular.

I think I have something to say with arts.

I don't have an art studio because I'm not quite sure who started the 'studio' as a must for artists to enjoy calling themselves artists. It's the same as many things. With or without these, I personally hope that anybody who enjoys arts gets to enjoy arts with love.

I used to not think that way until I see what's being told when I was on my entrepreneurship journey. I do love to see people who enjoy having their studios when they truly enjoy their arts freely.

So, nature would be my studio if I have to really choose one.

And, maybe a secret room with a private spot that I don't tell nobody.

I know, I shared how I have arts on table, and anywhere in nature, but I'll keep somewhere nobody knows to myself. In fact, you could also keep somewhere if you like too.

There's always something that the public knows very well at first glance of an art, and there's always something that people won't understand (maybe sometimes including the artist) even after multiple attempts of analysing because it's something to be felt through the art.

I'm glad that I have my eyes to allow and accept differences in different artists despite a very different opinion or perspective of mine.

I'm grateful that the world is expanding and branching out with so many more expressions.

thank you.

previous poems & stories are here.

I am so proud of myself with lots of love

with love,
Cliona Chee

It’s almost as if they’ve vanished, yet their names and stories are heard nearly everywhere here.

Nobody knows if they're still alive.

The Empress and Emperor lovingly embrace, cuddling into each other under a big old tree bearing fruit.

Chuckles and Haha also appear, bringing the herbal aroma to their herbal pizzas. Chuckles is a parsley seed fairy, and Haha is a thyme seed fairy.

'With time, we might age or even find ourselves in more complicated cycles of life. Are you sure you want to keep it here with us?' she asks gently.

'Well, we are loved, and those things don't matter to me. But we could send time away if you wouldn’t like to see this happening,' he says.

'It's okay. I'm trying to flow with time as naturally as we flow with the river,' she says.

'What if I turn it into something beautiful and spread it everywhere with you?' he says.

'How?' she asks.

He holds her hand, and they bounce on a layer of the time-harmonic field. Then, they turn into the smallest sound particles, vibrating with different layers of time-harmonic fields that look like vibrant fabrics stacked together. All the Kings and Queens they’ve spread across the planets appear as tiny little dots on the fields, smaller than ants, disappearing so subtly they barely notice. Afterwards, they turn into light particles as they reach the centre, bouncing with such speed they feel all the colours as they pass through layers of waves stacked like coral. They become Higgs bosons as they collide in the middle of these colourful light rays, strokes, pearls, and strange particles. When they've had enough fun, they turn back into liquid, flowing into their river.

'This is so fun! We did it,' she says.

'Yes,' he smiles, holding her hand with so much love in his eyes.

'I love you!' they say together, giggling under the same tree as they sit at the same spot again.

12
[thank you for growing together]

All you knew was that you'd hope for a free fall.

You trusted in the safety net or whatever there
when you took the leap of faith,
so, you took a chance.

Enjoy a free fall.
Smile in a free fall.

f

a

l

l

.

it's insane, wild, and unreal
to trust that a free fall was for you,
but you did what made you feel alive.

you could free fall as anything you love.
you could free fall like you've never grown up.
you could free fall touching all the clouds.

free fall as Gwen Stacey,
free fall as a little goldfish,
free fall as Chihiro,
free fall as Nü Wā,
free fall as Mirabel,
free fall as Pandora.

f

a

l

l

.

Did I catch you
when you
free fall?

You'll just be you.
But nature could hold our hands if it would enjoy the free fall too.
Who's here for the free fall and all?

Would you bounce back up to the sky
or roll down the mountain to the sea
after the free fall?

You enjoyed having all the other lovely, kind souls around.
You also enjoyed being on your own, just yourself.
Was it a blessing or a curse for you to tell?

You looked up to the sky
and saw the forgiving Sun
shining every ray on everyone,
without thinking of
excluding one for all,
or any of any at all.

The world just
loves us
and all,
like anyone
and anyone at all.

Anyone at all.

Anything and anyone at all.

How to keep the one match from blowing out
before exploding with love?
How to face the whole world being twisted before
our eyes?
How do we feel or choose what's next,
when we were
just nothing at all?

Like dust particles
in the universe.
Like nothing at all.

Were we nothing at all?

How could love be real?
How could memories,
or humans, be real

if we were nothing at all?

With your free fall.
Nothing at all.
I love the ways you free fall and all.

You were a
miracle of love
from the moment of your birth.

You brought us hope.
You brought us life.
You brought us something after all.

Out of all the sad songs
you listened to,
you knew you felt seen when falling through.

In a world being shaped by
labels of what others
thought might be ideal,
even if you're nothing at all
right here, right now,
you could still be anything at all.

Even in nothing,
something mysterious had been moving after all,
maybe trying to 'give birth' to something, not all.

Was it Quantum Vacuum Fluctuation?
Were there really frequent interactions between multiple dimensions?
Or was it more of a void filled with Higgs bosons?
If we all came from an expansion
from a Zero-Point Field,
then was it more like
breathing in and breathing out,
as humans expand and branch out
like a human breathing out?

Why were you into philosophy
when you're not even from that field of study?
Well, because everything's connected to philosophy
and the thoughts intertwined could save us
from the thoughts that were dragging us down.

Maybe you felt like soap
when you threw these questions out.
Most of the people just took three steps back,
as if they might be the bacteria, or it's the other way around.
If the questions stayed unanswered, you found joy in them somehow.

Like different forms of Lao Tsu,
sculpted in many shapes and forms,
and nobody knows which is true,
but perhaps each is a part of the truth,
or was a part of it,
branching out
into more truths, and those that are not,
but serve their purposes for those who believe.

With the sayings being rewritten
and reinterpreted in countless ways,
the most famous translated philosophy book is even different
from the words of the same older excerpt they found in the tomb.
Yes. That open-source philosophy book of Lao Tsu you thought you knew.

Documentaries, books, people.
Social media, streaming, videos.
Words, pictures, arts.
Stories, thoughts, sounds.
Songs, poems, you.

What were the things holding our world?

Might
be
love.

What would you be
when you could be anything at all.
But, it's okay to be nothing at all.
Nothing at all.
At this moment only,
being
nothing
at all
until we feel something else.

If you free fall,
we would also be safe and sound.

If their love could change their prophecy,
you could just trust yourself.
Accepting all
your deepest fears,
seeing the beauty of arts using shadow somehow.
Not blaming the darkness or leave for only the light,
but loving the natural lights
and all the shadows
that made you 'you' right now.

Might be challenging,
but it could be effortless too.
We try in ways that are
suitable and comfortable
for us this time.

You would free fall.

You might free fall.

It's a free fall that you could enjoy somehow.

Along with
all the quick questions
you asked yourself,
could you answer them
honestly now?

Sing along while we dance.

Who said we can't dance in a free fall?

Take the time
for what you love.
Take the time
just to find out
what you love.
Take the time, sprinkle some thyme
on a little dish you love.

You might fall,
but you are loved
by the world that's holding us
with every cloud, every raindrop,
every petal that falls with us
just to continue the cycle of beautiful blooms.

Look,
happy miracles of love
happening again
in a different way for us.
Thank you for growing together, after all.

Other poems here.

I love the ways you free fall and all

with love,
Cliona Chee

️️❤

The Book gently carries her to a flower petal and lights up her wand with fire.

'I actually love those pages of some old pages too, although I always tell you that many things need a change. I'm even making notes again after tearing up the old notes about things I no longer love. The truths within nature stay the same," she says in a weak voice.

'Okay, we'll read more of those together when you get better, okay?' the Book says, more concerned about her health instead.

White albatross butterflies emerge from their cocoons in a row above a stem near them.

'I know you're actually the Dragon. Why are you hiding a lot of things from me?' she asks.

'What dragon? You mean you know that I was the King of Wands back then?' he asks, turning into the Dragon in her eyes. Yet, he looks exactly like the King in his own eyes whom he mentioned before turning into a book, which he keeps as a secret as well.

'I'm not trying to beat around the bush. But I think I finally know what the most important thing to tell you is. It's not about those things... I don't wish for conflicts, but I actually hope to—' she sneezes suddenly, and her voice grows weaker as the ice crystallises around her lips and her whole body.

'Okay, what's the most important thing? Or you can tell me after we unfreeze you,' he says, using magical power to add warmth to the wand in his hand. He tries to unfreeze her, but she's brought winter to the place.

The Empress and Emperor emerge from the river once again, their bodies transforming from water back into human forms.

'The Origin of Existence and Mysteries? Would you please help us?' the Book asks, seeking hope and an answer.

'You may call us the Twin E's,' the Empress replies, looking at the Emperor and nodding.

'We're here to observe interesting things happening, but since you've asked for help, so be it,' the Emperor says.

They both slide the frozen Queen with thickening ice down the river.

'Is this the way to cure her? She’ll melt inside and we can take her back to land?' the King asks, while his reflection in the river watches him as he looks at the frozen Queen.

'The ice will melt when spring comes. Water belongs to the ocean. This river connects water to the ocean. We're simply letting it flow back to where it belongs,' the Empress says.

'Hold on right there. You mean, it's like 'hibernating' or sending her away? How about the space here? Our kingdom? Or her garden or whatever? Please, save our Queen!' the King of Wands begs.

The Twin Es look at him without a word.

The King of Wands turns the wand in his hand into an eternal lamp amidst the heavy snow.

'I get it. You both are not meant to interfere. I'll go find her myself,' the King of Wands says, untying a white cloud shaped like a horse to ride.

'They're both so alike, right?' the Empress says.

'You know I am also here for you,' the Emperor says.

'Oh, my Emperor, I love you,' the Empress hugs the Emperor.

They dance with many invisible ones who escape from the factories, turning into beautiful caterpillars. They hold each other’s hands and sometimes let go to dance with the other beautiful souls there while the symphony of nature plays joyfully. Most of their attention stays on each other, and they dance together for the majority of the time, regardless. They’re genuinely happy. They could give each other only leaves and rocks and still feel content.

‘Look, I’ve created time for you so that I could freely give you most of my time and attention, for you are what I love the most,’ the Emperor says.

‘I baked you a cake, and I sewed you a transparent robe. I breed unicorns. I painted mountains for us using watercolours. Do you want to make more Kings and Queens to help us take care of them while we play?’ the Empress asks.

‘Sure. This “time” spent getting to know you will multiply itself,’ the Emperor says, as they both transform from children into adults. An InnerSync of a black hole draws out energies, turning lines into bouncing light balls like a constellation light show reflected on the water.

Circles of sweet cicely grow around them as they stay in the magical space.

The light balls spread and fly out to where they’re most suited, creating different worlds across the dimension that they love freely. Countless new Kings and Queens emerge, bringing variety to the interdimensional travels of the Empress and Emperor.

However, far from the beautiful miracles of love, two tiny ant-like dots in the vast multiverse continue to bring something interesting for us to observe.

The King has the cloud, shaped like a horse, firmly gripping the snow.

The King is shouting about something from too far away for her to hear. She tries to listen, but she can only hear the ice crackling around her.

He's trying his best to catch up with the ice flowing along the river.

Flickering lights remind him of the distance they have created between themselves, widening until they slowly break each other's hearts. That’s what happens when both talk about everything except the most important matters.

At first, she feels a part of her raging, shivering, and doubting. She doesn’t understand why he has come. Funny enough, she still sees him as a Dragon while seeing herself as a child again. This time, the Dragon is in armour in her eyes. The King sees the Queen through his eyes, with his jewellery fading. They’ve never seen each other’s forms beyond the illusions they created in their own interpretations of the world.

For the very first time, they would.

As she flows, the King’s armour sheds and breaks. She sees the bruises on him as tree branches scratch his body and feels sad. The cloud-horse is flexible but slowly disintegrates, becoming smaller as it supports him.

She moves her finger to show a symbol of reading a book, so he knows that they could communicate via a book with words popping up. He turns his lamp into a book.

‘Dear friend, we don’t have to do this. I’m going to be okay,’ she communicates telepathically, and he sees the words appear in the book.

‘We’ll unfreeze you. Don’t worry. You haven’t told me something you said would be the most important,’ he writes with a pen while running, but also tries to use telepathic energy like her, without success.

‘I should have told you that I’d love to see moonlight with you before the comets hit the ground and burn the long grass down into ashes,’ she writes.

He's in a hurry to catch up with her, so he can't write anything, even though he hopes to ask how this is important. He has to climb over big rocks and obstacles before her ice disappears from view.

‘I should’ve not spoken words that I did not mean, and I should’ve asked you what’s the one question you’d like to ask me the most,’ she says calmly.

He’s still chasing her, and it’s hard to tell if he’s crying or emotionless, as the winter she brings is so intense it’s freezing his face too. He trips and gets back up. The cloud-horse is gone, and the wind blows its last bit, trying to keep him warm.

‘I should’ve told you that I was one step away from our secret garden before I left for real when I saw you shutting all the doors from where we had been,’ she says, as her tear turns to ice.

She has her eyelids closed, but she can feel everything flowing past her swiftly.

He's almost running out of breath and stamina. He's freezing, but it's astonishing that the river isn't cold enough to freeze; instead, it flows faster. The river's kinetic energy and turbulence mix warmer water from below, preventing ice formation despite the dropping temperature spreading from a frozen Heart.

‘Thank you. It’s okay. You can go back to where you belong and do what you really love. Nobody can hurt us anymore. I see how we can truly feel loved and create new worlds for ourselves,’ she says.

She doesn't feel cold in an ice, but another kind of numbness crippling all over her body.

‘Thank you. We may have lived in different illusionary worlds, but I’m so glad I met you to see different perspectives from my world. I might cry a lot, but at least I can tell you that I’m truly happy being with you,’ she says calmly.

It’s true. She has only come this far, hugging what he has given her on her journey.

The King has a teardrop freezing as he runs further from the place they've come from, feeling that once he says 'okay' and turns back, he might never see her again.

He doesn’t understand if it’s the kind of feeling that he’s already given up or if he’s truly hoping for her to come back so he can see if their illusions might fade away one day, allowing them to live in the same world.

His throne is wobbling and about to fall.

He doesn’t know, but he keeps running. Then, he has to fight a black bear to get back on the path along the riverside. He picks up rocks and throws them at the block of ice, hoping to crack it, unsure if he realises that it’s not the weather causing the ice to thicken.

He hops onto the ice with her inside as his throne drops into the river and disintegrates.

‘I am sorry,’ he says, but the book is torn into pieces. He can’t write on it, and she can’t hear him.

‘I am sorry,’ she hears his blood dripping on the ice and says telepathically.

She’s just a woman in a white dress, without crowns, plants, or magic.

Lives flash before her eyes. She'd love to thank him for seeing her as a Queen when she sees herself as a crone in her world. She wasn't really interested in Kings anyway. She laughs, realising how much fun she had picturing him as a Dragon all the time. She also cherishes the times they painted under the bright sun by the river. Oh, river. Who would've thought they'd end up here?

He's slowly receiving telepathic messages, but they sound so vague that he can't make them out. While she's speaking, he's trying everything he can to melt, crack, or move the ice, but nothing seems to change.

'Would you like to tell me anything?' she asks.

She knows he's trying to save her with all these vigorous movements. She hopes he won't get hurt. The snow stops, but it’s still freezing.

'I wonder if we've loved the illusions of our own or the real us,' she says, although she knows that he doesn't hear it.

He's unbuttoning his shirt to see if the warmth of his body can melt it a little. It makes his body feel extremely painful with all the scars and bleeding bruises as he tries to reach her.

'No! Don’t hurt yourself. I know. We could’ve been best friends. We are best friends, and maybe it’s best for us not to repeat the same mistakes we’ve made with anyone we love,' she says.

He sees the river curving ahead and urgently moves the ice towards the side.

'Would it be us again?' he asks, watching her murmur though he can't hear her words.

He loses his grip on the ice she's in.

They've reached a waterfall before any answers could come.

He's trying to reach her as he speaks, but she's too far away to hear him.

A rock falls from the upper part of the waterfall and strikes his head just as he’s about to reach the ice again.

Before losing consciousness, she hopes that she had hugged him at least once or twice when they had the chance.

The ice encasing her hits a large, slippery rock, knocking her unconscious inside.

The blood stains the ice, spreading out like beautiful flowers blooming on its surface.

His head, with blood flowing, fades into the river, causing the ice to drift away and flow in a different direction.

Their blood mingles in the river, yet their bodies are carried in opposite directions as the river splits.

The Empress and Emperor appear in the middle of the river’s split, watching them flow towards the ocean.

‘We’ll try our best to narrate while they find their ways, Darling?’ the Empress asks.

‘Sure, Love,’ the Emperor replies.

11
[free falling together]

ownership.
stewardship.
standing in the middle of both seeing all the flaws and reasons they existed at all.

you would love to own something so much
that you could not bare yourself losing hope, power, and control
of the things you love, create, and hold onto.

but the things you owned can never be yours,
for everything that has ever been in the physical world
would fade away someday.

was it ridiculous?

think of something or anything
you owned one way or another,
had you known
any assets not to be passed down
or something never to vanish before your eyes?

the answers
were always
the things that weren't really in physical forms.

maybe you could really own something
that's worth the while
but it's not something that could be told.

you would love to be a loving steward
taking turns with the other stewards to share
all that the loving souls love, create, and explore.
but,
do you share aligning visions, missions, values, and all?

different might be great.
diversity, right?
but, what if they're against each other after all?

like, ouch,
it stung.
like a pine needle in the throat.

you would never want to swallow
but you can't get it out
until you met yourself?

you had to go through stages
to clear that out,
singing 'are we in a clear yet?'
being 'in a clear now'

the moment you lost control of
who's playing with your favourite toy
did not feel fine at all.

you stood there with disbelief again.
It's as if you understood something,
but it's also as if you understood nothing at all.

you took out the rocks.
you washed away the paint you brushed along with all the details you're once so proud of.
you restored the cracks and the natural forms with scratches.
you gently wiped the rocks you loved the most and hugged them for the very last time.
you threw them back to where you found them.
to where you belonged.
and, also, where you had been the most afraid of.

you finally smiled again when you did so.

you thought that you'll be okay.

you ran away, again.

no attachments.

no problematic dramas.

no complicated strings.

you ran to a new dimension yourself.

you jumped into the ocean, free falling as you've always dreamed of.

you thought that you'd be happy too.
returning to where you belong.
you most probably would, right?

but,

you'd never thought of the consequences of running out of breath, had you?

just when you thought that you'd be carried away and buried under the sea without anyone noticing,

you grew a mermaid tail underwater.

you didn't know how, when or why.

it just magically happened
like an illusion
but it's not one.

and,
you're evolving into something you didn't see coming.

another day,
you started seeing how you could finally swim to the ocean
to see all the other crustaceans
and any kinds of beautiful rocks
since you love the rocks so much.

but, you felt nothing at all as you swam past them.

you knew that you're not missing the river.
you're not missing the ocean.
you're not missing them all.

you're glad to see them
when you saw them again.

all the scars on you recovered.
all the pain turned into growing flowers
after meeting the river and the light.

then, be it.

be everywhere.
would you?
you didn't know.

oh,
we mean
you haven't known it yet.

Other poems here.

'it just magically happened
like an illusion
but it's not one.'

with love,
an alchemist

The vixen avoids speaking with the other animals, like squirrels and hares, not because she doesn’t feel loved, but because she simply doesn’t love them. 'Thank you, but this is not for me,' she says, bowing deeply with gratitude before leaving.

Not fond of the image of an alluring vixen, she transforms into a little flower fairy with translucent wings of her own. 'Hey, how have you been?' she asks, curiously looking at the Book.

'Exceptional. Would you like to read anything?’ the Book says, looking happy to share.

'Oh, I’m okay. Many of these old pages and collections are just not for me. Some even make me feel as though there are aspects I wish would simply vanish,’ the fairy says honestly.

'I see. Do you mind telling me which one in particular?’ the Book asks patiently.

'Most things. It’s not important anymore. Just as we transform collapsed square towers into extraordinary structures that showcase plant intelligence and rescue the unseen ones suffocating in plastic, we’ve accomplished a lot together. I love seeing how these experiences are captured as new pages in our Book. These are what truly matter to me. As I’ve said before, let the incompatible parts go naturally and happily, with love. The same goes for the great old theories that once made things happen in the best ways possible. If I see things differently, I don’t have to force everyone to see things my way. I’ll also encounter those who share my perspective at different stages in life. I feel so content to let go and reject whatever isn’t right for me by heart,’ the fairy, who smells and speaks like herbs, says.

'You've changed a lot. I love you,' the Book replies.

‘Thanks, I love myself a lot too. Do you mind telling me the King of Wands you mentioned when we're saving the invisible soul?’ the fairy says, sitting right beside the Book as she watches the sun set.

'Well, he's your one and only King—healthy, wealthy, kind, hopeful, and most importantly, you both treat each other in the ways you love most, with unconditional love,' the Book replies.

'The only King out of all these powerful rulers in all these places? In that case, am I his one and only Queen of this era?' the fairy-like Queen smiles.

'Yes. More than that. You’re both the whole world to each other, with complete trust, love, and all these traits that balance perfectly like a round shape, flowing in this magical river of love,' the Book continues.

'And we love each other the most?' the fairy asks.

'Yes,' the Book answers delightfully.

'And we are both receiving the kind of love we long for?' she continues asking.

'Yes!' the Book answers again.

'And we’re going to live happily ever after?' she asks.

'Exactly!' the book exclaims.

'Don’t you want to know where the King is? I could show you his face so you can remember what it looks like. I could—' the Book is interrupted right there.

'No, I don't need any of that. I have to sleep now. Thank you very much,' she says, turning around.

'But—I'm not joking this time. I'm not telling you a fairy tale... He is—' the Book says, trailing off.

'I trust what you’ve said. Thank you. However, there’s only one thing I know: since you say I have a King, then he’s in my future, not my past. It’s also true that I don’t know who he is, and I don’t think I’d like to know until I do. Goodnight, Book.' The Book doesn’t hear her but captures her words within itself.

In the middle of the night, she is awakened by the sound of a child sneezing and crying by the river. She glides down to see what's going on.

'Queen, our Queen! Please help, help me! My twin fell into the river and is gone!' the Child cries.

Our sleepy Queen’s crown glows as she tries her magical powers and sighs.

'My dear child, I’ve tried, but I have to be honest with you. He is no longer in our world since he found another as his Queen and King in other spaces. But he is fine and happy there. I don’t think his world is a world for you, either, because the flashing lights in that world drain people’s energy,' the Queen says, gently covering the child with pieces of broken heart found on the ground as a blanket for the cold winter night.

It’s strange how the season changes so swiftly; it felt like spring one moment, and then, overnight, they skipped through a few seasons.

'I don't want this! I want him, I want him! He said he loves me. He loves me!' the Child is not stopping.

'I know, Child, I am here. Come have a hug. You are so brave to have trust in love. You both have tried your very best, I see. You're the most beautiful and loving child I've ever seen.' the Queen says, gently hugging her.

'But I really want him,' the Child is begging with the puffy eyes.

'We never have the things we want or miss because they’re not ours. The things that are truly ours don’t need to be wanted; they’re already here. The things that aren’t ours aren’t worth the hurt in our hearts. Don’t you think that forcefully wanting something to be ours is a bit too demanding? Even if your relationship with this so-called twin is valid, it’s important to first understand what love is and to love yourself as an equal. If we face the truth, we might ask ourselves if it’s real and mutual or just an illusion we create to justify it all. I can show you what’s possible and what is truly ours once we let go of unhealthy attachments,' the Queen says, trying her best to avoid sounding pitying.

'He loves me!' the child breaks into tears, suddenly burying her head in the Queen’s embrace.

'Many things out of our control can be beautiful too. Look at that,' the Queen says, pointing at the sky.

The Child continues to cry on the Fairy Queen’s chest.

'Two colourless light balls, spinning happily in the sky,' the Queen says, facing the Soul.

The Child's attention is drawn.

'Where?' she asks, turning around.

'Oh,' she stops crying as she sees them.

They both watch the spinning colourless balls going round and round in silence.

'When are they going to stop spinning?' the Child asks.

'They don’t,' the Fairy Queen says, looking slightly weary.

'They’re together forever, just like me and my twin!' the Child says.

'I don’t think that’s what I mean. Plus, there are many false twins that can be confusing. When you truly have a twin, you are knowing it as a source of love and acceptance, not a drama that feels like vampires draining your vitality. Do you understand?' the Queen says.

As the Queen finishes saying, there's a loud splash from the river.

'Hi, my little Empress! Let's go!' another Child jumps up and grabs this Child.

'Goodbye!' He says, while they both smile and vanish in a little swirl of the river.

The blanket remains on the Queen's shoulder.

The Queen stands there in silence.

'What???' she says, stunned.

She walks to the right, then realises her cloud for sleep is on the left, and walk that way instead.

The Fairy Queen laughs at herself as she flies with the blanket.

The sun is rising as the Book flaps in the air and comes over.

'You didn't sleep last night? All the words and arts pop up as I try to sleep!' the Book's telling.

'I'm going to sleep. Unicorns are real,' the Queen says.

'What are you talking about? We will narrate in your dreams then. I'll be by your side as you sleep,' the Book says.

10
[choices in the whatever-land that fell apart]

you said it's a Fairyland
while some thought that it's a Wonderland
when others called it an Underland.

hoping that
it wouldn't turn out to be
the Neverland.

whatever-land it was,
and whatever-land it would be
you asked yourself if it's true that you had been there.

when the Red Queen said 'success'
was to bury the head,
the mindless card soldiers would.

and yet, it kept you thinking,
'isn't that absurd?'

you ran free from suffocating parties like Alice.
following the rabbit in a waistcoat that only some could see,
although you were never sure of where it would lead.

who else is following a rabbit?
someone in the Matrix, maybe?
Neo is being puzzled by the world around
but was always stuck at making choices somehow.
If the matrix is a jar,
you could always break free from a jar.
you had broken free from many jars
just to find out that:

no matter how many jars you broke,
you were trapped in a bigger jar,
one topping another.

then, you wondered what would happen
if you had plans other than breaking jars?

what if Neo swallowed both pills of different colours
against each other
instead of choosing one?

or combined even more pills of different colours,
since nobody had set the rules of only having the ones
in red or blue?

would reality have broken?
would both the ugly truths and beautiful lies have connected?
would all the fading lights dim for the ultimate illuminating light to arrive?

yet,
they still liked making choices
or being forced to make choices.

over and over again.

choosing red pill or blue pill as Neo?
choosing the flat shoes or the high heels as Barbie?
choosing the tightening circlet as everyone's Monkey King-to-be or the love of the life as a knight?
choosing the Districts or the Capitol as Katniss?
choosing to prune others to protect a sacred timeline or protecting all of them alone as Loki?
choosing to follow the rabbit for unknown adventures or stay as a 'good girl' labelled as Alice?
choosing to greet and leave or stay in a safe, stable life being under the public's eyes 24/7 as Truman?
choosing to open or lock the box as Pandora?
choosing to follow Cáo Cāo or risking big to build your own kingdom as Liú Bèi?
choosing Miguel's resourceful yet fixed Spider-verse or breaking nexus events as Miles Morales?
choosing your baseball cap or trade it with your crown in Taylor Swift's song, 'Long Live'?
choosing a source of light in the darkness to be an old castle or trains from the end of a tunnel?

you escaped from making the choices once.

you escaped from making the choices twice.

you escaped from making the choices thrice.

thus,
everything else around
known as nature or Tao or flow
came closer
with the choices left for you.

you chose something,
but you didn't remember it.
it's something lovely and beautiful.

you kept the silent screams with yourself
with all the confusions in the cards on your hands.

you trust yourself
in making any choices with love.
you trust 'love'.

'whatever you choose,
please remember the moments
you received love
to fall back
into where you love,'
you told yourself.

Other poems here.

'whatever-land it was,
and whatever-land it would be
you asked yourself if it's true that you had been there. '

with love,
૮ℓเσɳα Chee Pui Khei 徐𣳽琪,

creating acceptedbynature.com (previously toplove.tech),
g️️athering resources at mentalhealthengineering.com public squad

️️❤

A little wounded child, who was previously the kind granny, crone, and whatever our narrator might be, can't be recognised. People only knew her as the lovely granny. She is now so wild, yet she understands that she won't accept her expectations and who she is entirely to confront the pain, even though the human pain receptors are directly wrapped around her heart.

The lovely ones who could feel her value are also being valued, while the other lovely ones who do not naturally fade away. She really loves all of them, but she has to go through this to grow her crown with growing flowers. A kind of new crown that could accept light as the natural power. She's grateful for all the Happenings as it allows her to create a magical calmness from the book that appears during her metamorphosis.

She waves her arms and hands, freely expressing her creativity. The collapsed square towers transform into magical treehouses and architectural structures inspired by biomimicry. Many resemble heart-shaped phyllotaxis, and some are flying butterfly castles that float in the sky or descend along the river whenever they please.

But they are quite different from clouds—not buildings that look like clouds, but actual clouds, composed of infinitesimally small atoms that hold energy as they are. The beings' eyes can only perceive patches, unable to truly see, understand, or explain their existence yet. Only when living beings close their eyes and connect with their hearts, becoming completely clear channels, can they truly feel the moment and see what is there.

When they're able to feel the value of the cloud, they'd cry tears for its beauty and existence. They'll rise above, perceiving all the details of the fragmented ice crystals in every colour, forming cirrus clouds that appear white from afar.

These clouds will then wrap a sensual, naked being using the light of love, rendering clothes of shame unnecessary for a celebration of strength, beauty, and the uprising of connecting with our Soul.

Our child is the first to try this out as she creates all these connections to what has been there all along. That's just from the Book's perspective.

She feels truly sensual in the Divine and celebrated ways, almost like The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli. She's also expressive to create arts using the clouds.

There, she hears an invisible living thing weeping on a tree branch. She waves a butterfly castle to bring her to meet her eye vision.

On the left, we have our sensual, child-like Queen covered in clouds. On the right, we have this invisible one wrapped with something that feels artificial.

'Why are you crying, do you mind telling us here?' by 'us', she includes the Book and the clouds.

'I was one of the products from a factory producing the invisible ones. I escaped from the dungeon below, and now I'm lost! I don't want to go back because all of the ones there are forced to wrap themselves in smelly plastic bags for the dark magic of manipulation and overly emotional dependency!' The sound of this being is quite feminine, but we can't tell.

'Oh, I've been there before, but you're going to be okay as long as we regain confidence after a nice wash,' our Queen says while playing with her new sword.

'NO!' the invisible shouted, scaring many on the clouds to back off a little.

'YOU ALL SAID YOU KNOW! You don't! You never did! You only get to enjoy all these because I'm also a part of it! And yet, you get to be the narrator! You can destroy the factory there, but you're just a selfish Queen with your new servants! You look at my plastic with that weird look and you say that it's our right to wrap with any plastics or whatever! But you hate it here! You escape it here! I hate plastics! This plastic can't be degradable! I escape the plastic wrapping and yet they cast this spell on me of looking in the ways they like!' this invisible one is so different from the ones she's seen calmly before that she's just so shocked.

'Calm down, we could resolve this rationally-' the Queen does not realise her sword burning with flame as she speaks.

'You are the Heart!!! You're supposed to know emotions are precious too! You think of not breaking the happy bubbles of some of these who seem happy, right? Guess what? You created a huge crack in our land that so many of us starve because of the crops falling on your tears that poison them. Not your intention, you would say. Ha! What a joke!'

The Queen is still listening and doesn't know what to do. She's having such a good mood before this invisible one comes here. While this living thing can't be seen, more things just float above the cloud for her to feel. Honestly, it's a bit disappointing for her to receive messages from the other living things with 'Are u okay?' or the other invitations of celebrations at such a moment.

The child-like Queen is holding onto a slight hope. Perhaps she's expecting to hear from someone like a sensitive voyager—someone who creates this vision of emotionally relying on each other in healthier ways.

The invisible one holds an unseen weapon as the invisible leaps forward, attempting to reach her. But the Queen swiftly uses her sword to sever the invisible's bond with the tiny weapon. The weapon is turned into mist. Then, the whole sword turns back into a wand, as it usually does. Just as everything starts to happen quickly, the invisible one remains on the Butterfly castle.

'Don't have to say anything, I'll jump into the ocean myself! Stop pretending to be understanding! You do not!' the invisible one jumps into the deepest ocean.

'WHAT?' The Child is puzzled.

'yo, I really thought of having a new friend. Why are you doing this?' Nobody is answering the Child.

'Ouh, I think I understand now,' the child laughs as she moves towards the place with ocean.

'Come on up! I don't know how to swim, but I know the invisible ones are great at it. I've seen you lot playing games by the river all day,' the Queen communicates.

'Okay, look. I actually don't know how you feel. I think it was a part of the Brain that kicked in with assumptions just now. And yes, emotions are important. You come to me to seek a safe space, but I only treat you in the way I think you should be treated. Including "should/shouldn't" is already a cognitive distortion, but it's in my personality that I'm not sure whether to change. I don't even have the time to think when you just happen to come over and do all these things. Yet, I can now open-mindedly tell you that I'm willing to know how you'd love to be treated as well, instead of making assumptions of how you'd like to be treated that is doing the complete opposite of loving and healing. Maybe we could seek an overlapping communication method? Or the best thing is that even if we don't, at least we could be friends, giving each other blessings to go on other safe paths?' The Queen looks more of a stable Heart with love.

/// a moment of silence,
punctuated by the sound of seagulls flapping their wings,
which has been heard since 1989. ///

'Please, I really hope to save you. But I don't know how to swim. You have to get up yourself, or nobody else could.' The Child starts to worry because the ocean is the type that could suppress something and eat living things up as part of another source of magic. Unsure of what that could be, but we just know that it's totally chaotic. More chaotic than this child herself.

/// another moment of silence,
followed by an enhanced hemi-sync sounds, colours, and shapes
travelling all the way from Italy to Virginia, USA. ///

'Okay, how about-' the child is still kept on talking about the unheard things while the Book is shaking its head.

'Come on, Brain. What's this? What have I done that's not okay this time?'

'You think that this is a whole world with me being the Brain, and you being the Heart for now. So, who do you think that is?' the Book asked.

'Obviously, a stranger? Oh wait, an old friend? I might have been forgetting things when I was getting old!' the Child answers quickly.

'Really? If you don't know this part that tries to hurt or join you, I don't either. But I do know it feels very much like a part you ignore, although you see it existing all the time,' the Book said.

'Could you be more straightforward? It's not like the other organs could be here. Wait... There could only be one Heart, right?'

'I don't know? If you're able to connect to a part of the Soul, escape from our King of Wands you called our real Heart, you're the one who gets to tell me who's this, right? In any perspectives of mine, you're just appearing to be emotionally stable instead of truly being emotionally stable. There is a huge difference. I don't know everything, but I know that this could be a reflection of someone in our world that's significant or someone directly related to you. Also, thank you for keeping your wand instead of the sword because I'm just speaking facts since you're the one who asked me first,' the Book continues.

'What? King? Appearing to be emotionally stable? Where's the Soul? I don't remember myself being as difficult to understand as you when I was the Brain. I don't really get it, but whatever. The most urgent thing to do right now is just get in there. We both can't swim, and it's like a disaster! Why isn't my magical power working now?' The Child is still smiling, but kind of panicked too.

'Ouh, I see. You weren't limited by the facts that clouds could occupy people, but you're telling me that we both can't swim in our world? I mean, I'm confused. If you have clear observations, you could turn me into anything when you're the Heart. Like, anything the Heart desires. And, about you not being able to swim... I could tell you something. This is not a real ocean. Even if it is, you could have yachts, submarines, diving suits, and many other things. Just that, compared to who you are, I clearly see a big difference in you reacting to things. Maybe just something to reflect upon us when you feel as if we have the time later. But, time doesn't exist here, if you still remember? Now, just go,' the Brain is being honest in its deep voice.

'Remember what? Anyway, I think I get it. Thanks and talk later,' the Queen dives into the ocean. She could swim like a fish, to her surprise. She could feel the water and waves grooving with her as she appears to be a mermaid.

'This is absurd!' she screams and remembers that she's underwater. Oh, but she's able to breathe while speaking! She grins, showing her teeth and appears to be a bit more masculine than she usually is.

She tries to reason with the invisible one at the bottom. She can feel that this being is an excellent swimmer who doesn't even have a bit of energy left. She uses her left hand to drag the invisible one up as she swims. She feels so free and happy.

She's able to swim, with any weights becoming weightless when her hand touches it. The water exerts no drag, but instead a new, uncalculated force named 'alchemy' by her. It's an art. Her teeth are shining underwater. Her left hand is her non-dominant hand, yet it's also the most intuitive one for magical moments like these. As she's getting up, she accelerates in a full-speed mode to move towards the beach instead of the cloud excitedly.

She knows that the invisible one needs to see more of these dancing corals drumming for them to cheer them up. It's becoming an orchestra performance, and they start to dance together. She sees a baby and goes back to reach out using the right hand. And yet, it's not touchable, like a holographic projection. The next second they look around while getting up, it's gone. 'It must have been some other lost parts. What could that be?' she murmurs as she continues swimming up at full speed while hugging the invisible one.

She happily jumps out of water.

This time, it's the sand instead of cloud that catches her as she turns back into her child-like Queen figure.

She is looking at what she's hugging. Okay, silicone bands, wax-coated metal strands, more silicone stuff, long bones, coins, shells, broken shields, broken masks, avocado pit that's not able to grow...

'Where is this invisible being?' She's looking everywhere and runs back to the shallow part of the sea.

'Hooray! The invisible living thing is gone. We could all rest now,' the Brain says.

'Gone? Isn't there plastic? Why all these... random things? Is she choosing to stay there, or did she walk away happily? Are we not going to know?'

'No, we won't know. You didn't expect them to be invisible just for fun, did you?' the Brain asks sarcastically.

'But—But, did we save it? Is it a part of the Heart or a complete stranger?' the Child is still kept on asking.

'Look, my dear Heart. Just listen. It has no matter because it does not matter, as the only way for it to matter in our world is through its existence of what could matter with matter and what does not have matter with no matter. But, if it matters in the ways that they have been transformed, combined, or reproduced, such as the way the invisible thing tells us about the factory doing so for the other purposes, so be it. Even if it matters in ways that you can't see, if it no longer bothers you, you could choose not to let it matter. Does that make sense right now?' the Brain is trying to explain.

'No. I just want to know where this invisible thing is. You could be philosophical or theoretical, but the answer I need right now is something straightforward. Is the living being still alive or not?' the Child asks with a straight face.

'Wow, haven't dealt with a stable Heart before. You just need to know that she is Here, and she is alive then,' the Book answers.

'The living thing is a "she"? Here? You knew her as a "she" but calling her a thing since the beginning? How rude! No wonder you don't make any friends!' the Child is even more puzzled.

'Yes. Here. Whatever, I don't like any of the annoying ones wasting time, energy, and my most precious attention anyway. My duty of ensuring our protection is fulfilled. Everything else you hoped for, I’ve at least tried for you. Your Highness, if you could simply bring us all to continue our wonderful schedules, we will all be safe and sound,' the Brain says.

'Can't understand you for real. I know why I can't see her now. I forget about her invisibility! Ahahah! Thanks for your Encyclopedia and Records inside. I still have to find out what's the part where she talks about the cracks or crops that she hopes I could fix though,' she says, walking away from the Book.

"Your Highness, it’s too far away and it’s none of our business, really. Your Highness! Your Highness!" the Book called out, following her.

'Hey, our beautiful invisible lady! You have every right to be here while not speaking as long as we agree to have the true forms of love in words, thoughts, and actions. But if you ever change your mind, I'm here! Haha! Feel free to take any resources you need, as long as you're using them with love!' the Child says, walking in circle on the beach and trying to see if she can bump into something.

'I actually mean that the invisible one is here in-' the Brain sighs, not offering any further explanation.

'I can turn this wand into anything, right? I'll let you fly and fix the cracks. Also, make the soil, crops, and everything fertile and healthier than ever,' the Queen said as she set the wand off and the Brain smiles.

They're all floating back to the mountains and the riverside.

This weird feeling's coming up in her.

She feels as if no nothing is just not for her. Nothing makes sense. Then don't.

Change perspective.

Something from the perspective of the invisible souls hanging upside down crosses her mind: 'Ha! Always traits here and there that we could observe for growth suitable for us, maybe?'

She's bravely dropping the traits not meant for her, though.

All the living things here are already in the best states, trying to do their best for each other with the greatest understanding. Everything is just for each other. So, she sets new lines for this book. Not rules—just a few reminders.

There she writes on her book:

for our healthy relationships of any kind in the future

1. Try to balance the part of the feminine energy with a bit of the masculine energy, and the masculine energy with a bit of the feminine energy. Also, embracing the id, ego and superego. Try with love.

2. If it lies within the principles that goes beyond mere balancing, or if we have differing, unnegotiable principles, respect and let go of each other early with much love. However, if something feels as if something has to be completed, try active listening. Or maybe, try a new way of communicating instead. It could be more fun and intuitive ways if things had been too serious in the past. If it had always been too much fun that the serious talk of the suppressed emotions has to be shared, do so too. Everything depends on the situation, people, and moments. If there isn't a chance of sharing or doing so, ask ourselves if we'd like to create such a chance or not. Answer it honestly while we know ourselves more.

3. If we don't or can't even try to open up, be positive hermits who won't do the opposite of healing for the other lovely ones. If love is in disguise of fear, anger, sadness and/or the other emotions, then no discussions are needed. In the existence of true forms of love, feel free to acknowledge the emotions when they are slowly separating from love that hinders love. Be respectful to let go when it's a clear 'let go'. Nurture with love when it's a clear 'mutual healthy love'. Or just stay if somebody we truly love sing something since there are so many songs about it already? 'Stay Stay Stay', 'All You Had To Do Was Stay' and... Ya, they're from the same singer if you search it up. But hey, it could also be 'Say Don't Go' if it's not going in the ways you like, since this one is shining a light on those who won't say. Warning, some songs might sound really sad, but things will turn around in more wonderful ways than we expect. By the way, only the Taylor's Version would be effective if you're a new reader. Okay, the singing part is just for fun because why not, right? We can also sing ourselves the things we love to have a good relationship with ourselves.

4. If we muster up the courage to open up but still don’t seem to connect with love yet, feel free to try our best not to assume things or impose any parameters on others who're from entirely different backgrounds and ways of living. Some people draw to express more than they write or sing or talk about things, and they might only change that part when they are healed. Some people stand on sidewalks alone to wait not for cars, but rocket ships or clouds. Some people repeatedly leave the others in blood which is the part that we know exactly to leave. Some people who're different wouldn't try to understand you and have to be left. Some people haven't felt, seen, touched, known, understood the world the same as you. Eventually, we only stay for some people who would try in their ways that don't lose themselves while not losing each other. It sounds so difficult, but it's easy for those who believes it as something easy.

5. If we find ourselves in the worlds of some melancholy songs and dramatic plots, maybe ask 'How do we make us feel happy maintaining our healthy relationship? Here are my assumptions: 1... 2... 3..., which I have tried 1... 2... 3... to show that I care (or care a lot depending on how much we honestly care). How about you? We could share the one thing we really hope to know from each other, too. The best part is we could choose to not answer and tell each other why we think any questions are silly if we hope to really fix things. Anything comfortable for us, really.' It sounds so cringey, but it's a joyful step towards syncing, especially when something needs resolution. We'll share what we hope to know about many things if we trust each other enough. Or we express in our ways of crafted papers and funny things. Whatever, just express with love. Whether we're repairing or actually breaking things, we will see. We let the conversation continue and end when we are both happily concluding no misunderstandings. If it sounds too rational or it's clear that it's not meant to align with us, we can allow ourselves to enjoy the misunderstanding in the ways we are comfortable with.

6. If we're not able to have these conversations and receive healthy emotional support from an imaginary soul, ask ourselves if these are for us to take because this is a world of growth and change. Different personalities are suited to different groups of lovely souls, and there is no definitive way to communicate that is universally right. A cow, a wolf, or an ant trying to fit into a flock of sheep would be unusual mixes, right? Unless our civilisation is as harmonic as an ecosystem with love that we just believe in. Why does it even matter? What does it even mean? The one who believes in Beauty and the Beast is most probably not meant for the one who thinks that it's just another fairy tale. Also, the Beast is not just always a beast, because of the lack of love and the abundance of love.

7. Make it personal when it’s supposed to be. Don’t force expectations on each other. We sing and dance for unconditional love, but we are not emotionless. We have our own standards, expectations, and conditions. Just keep the ones we love, since it’s a journey of experiencing the life of a being is as how we know it is. For our reminder to get a feeling of what we could take, consider this: If it feels like the World for both, stay. If it feels not or less than a World for either, leave. For the World, there would be at least the moments of unconditional love in a World full of conditions formed. Almost like Closer (under PG) by Chainsmokers and Halsey for those who know what we mean. Or, Something Just Like That by The Chainsmokers and Coldplay. Ya, surprise mention besides being the usual Swiftie Queen. Or the sculptures of Psyche and Eros with their story. Sensuality done in ways that are comfortable for us.

8. If we love each other the same and enough, ignore all of the above, because it’s a little wounded child's reminder. Writing in this book as a Divine child in our world, and the Queen is so proud to grow into this.

9. We’re able to receive unconditional love both in the ways we love to give and in the ways we love to receive. Those who truly live happily ever after do so not just because it’s a line from children’s fantasies, but because everything else shrinks into tiny little Nothings in the dark, allowing the star of our love to shine even brighter only for those who know what love is.

'I wish you forever be with someone who could be like this for you,' she whispers while hugging this cloud that looks slightly like something she's not going to see or remember.

Just enjoy her moment in the clouds now.

shh...

Value.

It's not something to be reasoned with only.

It can also be felt, which has caused her to be the Heart of our world.

So, please don't justify our standards, opinions, and irrelevant things only from our ways of viewing things around unless...

...unless we are willing to balance both energies and eventually know how. Then, go on and share the truths with joy. Only for those who care.

Look, she's still here.

Pat pat on her head.

Unlike the others who can stabilise their emotions. She forgets to bring her magical berries that could do so for her. She looks at the different deaths of stars and feels touched. 'How can such beautiful phenomena occur because of the stars dying?'

It's so random. It's so hard to detach. It's something she hopes could envelope her next.

Yet, she uses emotion regulation which is a huge surprise because she usually believes that each emotion is a signal of our wonderful being to convey certain messages we ignored. She has to do so this time because she hopes to just enjoy the stories, the scene, the light, and all of what the senses perceive while being hugged by the clouds. Her clouds.

She creates a little paper plane. She remembers something she's not supposed to. She flies it as it glides down into the river and sinks below. 'No river pollution! Hahaha!' she tries to make herself laugh as she magically turns it into a flower, attempting to lighten the moment. The strong current from upstream breaks the petals apart. She can't take a second look at the river at night because of the colours of the lights there. She wonders if she's the only one who sees it this way in the world. Just a coincidence, she smiles.

She’s the kind who can laugh until she cries. So, our child-like narrator breaks into tears again, like a hopeless little child. She’s lost—not in the sense that people don’t know what to do, but in the way that she has seen so many horrible things ahead that she delays her footsteps until she finally stops.

She knows places she can go that are the same as the places she can’t go.

She cries like Alice before the movie adaptation. She cries as she remembers that the first Alice didn't have to kill any monsters or appear strong; she's just a little rebellious and curious child in the first book. It's another thing that only she cares about in her space with the other invisible living strangers.

None of these birds and butterflies in the air could wake her up.

Have you heard a quote like this?

you can't wake the one who's pretending to sleep.

But her cloud is gently putting her down, becoming too dense with all the tears to fall as rain—small yet heavy.

Her tears fill up the pond in front...
The little pond turns into a lake.
The lakes get connected to the river.
The river flows down to the ocean.
Little droplets from the ocean evaporates back into the sky.
The evaporated droplets condensed as dark clouds.

She's still crying.

Seeing the Book, new butterflies, birds, and everything else, she knows her view on creating value might be a new world. Her wand flies back to her from afar.

Wait a second...

When the Queen sees her own reflection as a child, 'oh, NO!' she exclaims.

'Our world here is having me as a Child??? My words spoken! They don't sound like ME as the BRAIN anymore! Where's my grammar checker that auto-corrects my expressions? AHHH!'

'You're only knowing it now?' the Books is giving her a look of disbelief.

She knows the only way out is to stop crying and forget about her expectations, but she's just a child. But, she's not 'just a Child'. She's The Child with The Crown.

A laughter from underground reaches her, but she ignores it.

It's not the book laughing, but it draws her attention towards the book. She flips open her magical book to read for what's going to happen or what she's supposed to do.

'For what we give,
we would not feel pain without hoping for anything in return.'
Oopsies, she's just a silly beautiful child hoping for attention at the moment.

'Next ONE!'
'For what we give,
we would not transfer the negativity to another as long as we just let it all happen naturally. Oh, unless they're someone we trust who trusts us too. The experiences shared could strengthen our relationships of any kind!'
as a child, natural sharing is a bit too experimental and destructive, huh? Besides, look at this little girl, am I not the only Book she trusts right now?

'Oh Gosh! Another!'
'For what we receive,
we are grateful that we're gifted with the resources and ability to grow, evolve and make changes for our loving civilisation. If we ever make mistakes or lost passion, we just analyse them objectively and stand tall again as always.'
ya, right... but I guess not all people grow in the same way though? Telling this emotional girl to be objective is like telling Sun Wukong to be rational. Oh, that's another story of our legendary Monkey King with so many adaptations that show us the wonderful variety of expressions and creations out of imaginary chaotic worlds at the same time. Just like hers...

'Skip, skip, skip... Okay, skip to Pablo Picasso. Why does this person go back to painting childish and abstract drawings after knowing how to paint realistic and sophisticated art? HA! Old Child! See? I'm still the Brain!'
'For what we create,
we balance both ways of expressing and impressing in the ways we love, while some ditch or convey messages against certain standards to create their own. Some like you only express. Some like the others only impress. However, there's no right or wrong in any of these. The thought makers are the ones who create the definitions, parameters, and beyond. So, expressing, receiving and giving love through creations would be our answer in our own world here.'
Okay, a child creating a standard of her own? Hhmmm, with that crown, maybe, but it's a bit challenging for a lost child in the middle of nowhere trying to receive love... How do we expect her to jump out of that frame and look at different people with swords fighting under the same Sun? United consciousness over polarities and dichotomies in separated consciousness could exist. Better not bring that issue up again, or she might cry and drown me. Laugh out loud.

'Come on, my Akashic Records of the Book~! Show me the part from the expanding library that would be the most suitable, effective, fast, loving, nurturing, wonderful, beautiful, peaceful, and combining all the things we love for me, hahaha!'

'Okay, yeah, sure,
just leave everything behind and
SLEEP.'

'What on Mother Nature is this? Ah, Mother Nature! it's okay, I solved my own problem. Bye~'

'Ah, I mean that the dreams while you sleep could be -'
She closes the book and puts it back into her backpack.

She's receiving love from Mother Nature!

She's hugging her own flowers!

She's hugging her little trees growing!

She's throwing out all the things that don't belong to her from her pockets and suitcase!

She doesn't even know how they ended up in there, and she's just a child who can't carry the huge suitcase anymore!

There, she sees some things that feel a little heavy, only shining on the inside, and feel a little like... rock?

Wait, they are rocks!

She's shocked. She looks for the character. 'Oh, no, no, no...'

She's panicking without a reason. 'I am here, I am here, are you there?'

Is she's gonna cry again?

She's never lost, for she knows exactly where to go; it's just that she's unsure whether to throw the rocks out back to the character.

She doesn't know if she's the one who took them long ago. She doesn't remember what for, but she only knows that she's receive the love she needs from the rain. So, she hopes for the same for the character. Okay, she needs someone to be here right now because only when the Mind, Body, and Soul are together can they form a path connected to the character's world. Or, maybe not? Oh, she misses the shape-shifter, even though she knows that she can't see this little one. Hey, no 'missing' because people only miss what they don't have! Enough nostalgic energy. Oh, she's already done it before? She forgets because it has always been with... Herself! Yes, she means herself.

The book has to be the logical narrator this time.

'Oh, the talking Book as the Brain!' she pulls out the Book.

'Wow! My, oh, my! Are you now a Femme Fatale?' the Book looks at this Child, who no longer resembles a child.

'Could I tear a few pages of yours I dislike forming new ones of my own?' she asks in Black and White.

'Ya! As many as you like!' replies the Book, blushing slightly.

'Thanks,' she says, tearing them out.

There, she becomes a different Heart once again. She enjoys her sensuality and fully owns herself. It might seem ridiculous, but whatever. She's not fond of this archetype, so she transforms into a sensual vixen instead, deliberately avoiding being like the invisible ones with plastic bags in her mind. Her sensuality is for love, not for anything else, even though it’s within her power. She's so proud of herself. All the naked butterflies take pictures of her and feel inspired too.

'there you are! Oh, you're crying again. Is it because of your rocks that are gone?' our alluring vixen asks.

'you know it's not your fault at all, right?' a voice is channeled through the character peacefully.

09
[your tears fell on my cheeks]

you were listening to your narrator's story.

wait, did you?

you were laughing at your narrator crying.

oh, it was you!

you were even
feeling the tears of your narrator
that fell as rain above your sky.

*gasp

you got up from the big, slippery rock
staring at the big round moon,
remembering your path along the way.

yet, someone's tears formed many cute clouds
that came to cover the moon,
leaving no moonlight in your darkest nights.

you picked up the rocks as you walked again, one day—
the rocks with gems hidden in 'em.

although people didn't understand why,
you weren't bothered by the way they looked at you anymore.

it's all that you'd ever cared about,
but now it's all that you don't.
NOT anymore.

you remembered.

so, you're on your journey again.
saying goodbye to all the things that you're not.
finding a balance between what you love and what others do too.

some things said goodbye to you before you did.
you're not good at goodbyes,
but at least you tried.

or, maybe
the world sometimes
needs a little imbalance of you
to be balanced
with you.

you're never good at goodbyes, maybe?
you escaped from them, then you came back to them saying 'bye'
and you weren't sure
if you were trying to mimic someone
or you just did it in ways people couldn't understand yet?

thinking of how you've always been
in all these stages in life...
ya, you were always that way
but you finally knew how to say goodbye
in your most comfortable ways.

can't let in 'welcome' of our favourite things
without the fulfilled 'goodbye' of the things in the past
wholeheartedly.

but you still replaced it with the other words
depending on how you love the things to be.

remembering how Grandma waved goodbye
during your school days
but you said, 'how about only [GOOD] instead?'

you were both only having big thumbs up
ever since
to give each other blessings for explorations in silly ways.

such a funny and weird thing
that was so YOU.

and yet,
your dreams told you to
'Detach effortlessly'
in the gentlest ways,
while bringing you on a crazy ride.

that dream of finally escaping from the energies destroying yours,
running up a flight of stairs without looking back.

that dream of finally saying goodbye to the dorm
on a train-like bus.

that dream of calling Lovely Evolving Soul
while hugging this person tight with water all around.

that dream of finally saying goodbye to the station
on a bus-like train.

that dream of finally not pretending to stay asleep
when you saw the totem in your left hand.

detachment with love
with lots and lots of love.

there you went—
rocks, rocks, rocks.
using anything you had just to find most of them again.

You found them,
joyfully.
all of them?
that's insane!

For the first time ever,
I, the Heart narrator came in to return your rocks I found in my pockets.
Throwing and arranging them on your path safely.

you're just like the little child you've always have been
when you see it all happening.
you love the rocks so much!

I can't believe this!
We're actually connected, even though you're from the past.
It's unbelievable.
And,
you're becoming a child
at this point when I transitioned from a child
into a sensual feminine figure?

so,
you polished 'em,
decorated 'em and
gave 'em all that you had.
seeing 'em shine with shades of a Hibiscus
made you head over heels.

then, you locked 'em up.

It's never going to the wrong path again, you thought.
wrong?
you used to emphasise on no 'wrong'?
what's wrong?
there's no right or wrong but just a more suitable way, right?

how were you so certain that
it was just suitable for 'em to stay with you, you thought.

there were people in your life
who told you to not overthink it.
but you wondered who set the parameters of 'over-something'.

overthinking, overpowering, over-obsessing...
overdramatic, overreacting, overcomplicating?
overindulging, overanalysing, overrepresenting!

humans again.

for those with intentions of a pure loving heart,
you thanked 'em
and show 'em you make your own borderlines in your games.

for those with messed up intentions,
your rebellious and destructive sides
numbed their false senses
and painted
their true colours as
stubborn vampires
behind their masks,
as fake heroes or heroines
in others' lives,
when their own lives
were falling apart.

you tried to be gentle
as you were of the same species
with much love.

but that's no excuse
for sucking anybody's blood.

you used an arrow to shoot the word 'advice'
back into their faces,
like a proud warrior
with your sparkly obsidian eyes
full of ambition.

there were some monsters
who crashed through and broke what you built.
there were these monsters roaring
as if they owned everything, although they didn't.
or, if they did, they weren't supposed to.

'you would be the one to show them how it's done.'
you were someone so strong and gentle.

when you saw glass shards who hurt anybody,
you showed mercy at first,
but you would not if they were still hurtful.

before the glass shaped into new monsters
when these pieces were influenced by the living monsters,
you experimented with their things and returned them.

you showed them wonderful things.
so, they became wonderful butterflies.

ha, you even found yourself some magical things
kissing you
and flying around to travel with you.

oh, you chose one loving piece to be your totem.
yes, a secret totem just like the ones in Inception!

spinning top,
loaded die,
chess piece,
poker chip,
precious ring.

ha!
those were theirs.
and you found yours
without knowing it yet.
very close to the rock,
and almost like the gem,
but nothing similar.

shh...

The narrator comes in again.

a totem is always a secret
meant to differentiate
our physical reality and other spaces
in
our
lucid dreams,
astral projections,
and perhaps even interdimensional travels
so that we are always back to this world as ourselves.

oh,
fertilisers everywhere,
and all the living monsters
named Gob-something that you couldn't remember
were all gone.

you stepped on the clean, fertilised garden
that you could walk across
to reach all the other wonderful places.

some fertilisers and soil
even became your mountains,
which you climbed up in your favourite dress and crown.

you were so happy
that all that you loved
loved you in return.

return...
that love was conditional.
no wonder all new castles existed.

your narrator
understood what you meant
after days.

did it matter?

didn't matter at all
as long as you're with the magical rocks—
the rocks that you locked up
and loved how they sparkled
in your palms.

but,
another day,
you saw the shines of the rock you locked fading,
while the rocks in the river are shining.

was the fate of your rocks
only between
being yours but locked and dulled,
or
being lost but free and shining?

was there
an in-between?

Other poems here.

'oh, you chose one loving piece to be your totem.
yes, a secret totem just like the ones in Inception!'

with love,
૮ℓเσɳα Chee Pui Khei 徐𣳽琪,

creating acceptedbynature.com (previously toplove.tech),
g️️athering resources at mentalhealthengineering.com public squad

️️❤

'Do you want to paint magical plants using watercolour with me?' asked the crone.
'NOPE~ I wanna fly~' the Dragon hops—we mean, flies.
'Okay,' she grows older with more wrinkles and silver hair as she turns off the light by the window and moves the whole, what you might call a tripod, that holds the art... Oh, the easel! She's forgotten stuff... She puts the easel into the lovely meadow by herself. She looks back, and there's no trace of the little shapeshifter. She nudges towards the canvas as the rain pours.
Rain of the Soul is pouring, and she's unsurprised.
'Hey, Soul, why is the little creature interested in the others doing similar things but not me? And, most importantly, why do I cry for that silly little thing?'
Soul's not answering while the rain continues to pour in a way that the crone has forgotten that she's once ONE with the Soul.

The crone threw away what the creature had placed by the trash cans because she's deeply hurt, thinking of the eons she had spent planting carrots, harvest them for the Dragon, who had shape-shifted as a rabbit before this.

And there she's looking at how the Dragon praises and spins around the other farms tended by the other invisible farmers who live there. Some invisible farmers come with gifts and gets scared by her face becoming scarier and uglier than the invisible ones. Yes. How is it even possible even when they're invisible? She still says thank you and hides away.

the Dragon's angry when the rotted carrots are not found, and the crone doesn't understand why it reacts so strongly if it doesn't even care.

There is no effective communication between them.

Nobody's willing to forgive another first. The crone hurts deeper when the little thing throws out more of her crops.

They're both insane.

The crone is tired of keeping up with her own heart, so she packs her things in a suitcase and leaves that little hut she's been for eons and eons. She wants to burn it down, but she just cries as she tears all her photographs of her feeling pretty enough. Enough of chasing. Enough of trusting. Enough of being the one who's trying to reach out or fix things.

She has to leave before the complaints outgrow the things they're grateful for. According to her book named The Magic, if that ever happens, the whole world there would collapse.

She runs away freely. Storms and strong wind are being left behind. Towers are collapsing. Death is ending the cycles of the crops she once cared about. All the invisible living creatures are hanging upside down as she passes by. It's raining wherever she goes. She's looking for a calming place to create the arts that only she loves, away from the crowd and all the noises happening in that part of the sky that's polluted.

This time, she's the only one narrating the little story, looking at the rain dropping on her cheeks to feel alive. So alive. The rain cleanses her heart in the middle of a heart-shaped garden once visited by the character we'll see.

She turns into a little wounded child who's cute with beautiful blonde hair wearing a Queen's crown made of magical plants still growing and glowing.

She passes by a river, looks into her reflection, and screams, 'What?!'

She always thinks that the narrators and directors of the story wouldn't include so many insane dramas, but the dramas love all the worlds she's seen and touched.

She sneezes out all the old energies, and the old story begins.

08
[long before you long for a free fall in the rain]

you were still lying on the big rock.
you closed your eyes to seek for answers within yourself
as the rain poured.
you were thinking 'bout the times
long before
you long for a free fall.

you saw the rocks one day.
the rocks have gems hidden in them; you could feel.
and when some rocks were being cracked open accidentally,
you saw the bright, shiny, and sparkling lights reflected.
they're just minerals of colours, but you saw them shine through every inch of your body.

people called the others
by their names.
you called them by the names
you saw
within them.

people looked at what's happening
as if everything that happened just happened.
but you believed that you could change them all.

people saw humans who were
sick, healthy, or to-be-identified.
but you saw blobs of cells differentiating one another
with consciousness
while emitting electromagnetic fields
like magic.

M~A~G~I~C~?
yes, like magic.

witchcraft that you could experiment with
without getting yourself locked up in cages.

wizarding worlds of new creations
that could rewrite the plots of your entire civilisation.

endless of pixie dust from the fairies
who could bring joy, hope and love
in whatever seasons.

people saw rocks.
and you saw the kind of magic on them
reflecting sunshine, rainbow, and a kind of magical force
that drew you in like a
black hole
swirling,
swirling,
swirling...
with an invisible gravitational force.

and you wondered,
if you could ever make 'em see the gems
instead of just rocks as well.
so, you also tried finding
the ones with similar visions as well.
but you had to do something to show the others, right?

so,
you polished up the rocks by the riverbank,
thinking that they were shiny this time.

there were people
who were fascinated by the progress
and joined you sometimes,
but you were on your own most of the time.
you shared the joy with 'em,
and sometimes they did get it.

for the love they received...
for the love you received...
for the love the world received...

It's just that,
you were way too obsessed with it.
In ways that were just like a two-bladed sword.

the others saw how long it could take.
how much energy would be gone.
and so, without right or wrong,
you stayed doing this alone.
until you didn't.
until you still let the others team up with you,
but you didn't feel like sharing the same way you did anymore
because you started questioning things.
things that happened again and again.

things like this that you thought you could fail your way through,
but your heart still went missing along the way.
things... things like this.

you polished up the rocks by the riverbank,
again,
like you always did.

then they got dirty with obvious scratches the next day.
You polished 'em again,
like you always did.

they got greater cracks,
and you lost count of time
this time.
you did it again,
filling up the cracks,
like you always did.

they were broken into pieces,
falling apart, and you can't tell exactly why just yet.
you did it again, sticking them back
with golden paint
as if you could use Kintsugi for anything.

just when you told yourself to be patient
and let them there to dry...
they were not seen anymore.

they got stolen.
all gone.
you stood right there, dumbfounded.

what?

stolen?

how, even?

No complains, you told yourself.
Supressed emotions, you forced yourself.
Hide the dark shadows, you punished yourself.

Never expecting 'em
to grow deeper and bigger
when we ignore the signals of the pain to be released.

'just do whatever it takes and whatever you have to, okay?'
you thought that it was the best way of comforting yourself.

you went through mountains after mountains.
seas after seas.
snow after snow.
storms after storms.
apocalypses after apocalypses.

sometimes, you got distracted.

but eventually, you got back on track.

eons later,
you sort of started to forget
how the rocks even looked when you first saw 'em.

their vivid images when you first touched them started to fade away
as you were so caught up with the process of fighting monsters
along the way.

you were so tired that you also got distracted again and again,
not even knowing what was next.

you were shape shifting everywhere into anything
to find where you belonged,
forgetting that you made yourself heartless
for this journey from the start of everything at all.

you stopped when you found out that
the one who could fit in as anything
was never belonging to anything at all.

you were a living paradox.

you forgot.
you forgot your calling.
you forgot how determined you were when you first started out.

all the rain washed away your confidence
but they also washed away your problems.
all the people were calling you names
you didn't belong.

you forgot.
people gave you labels
that you even accepted
when you knew weren't yours,
so that you could 'fit in'
or, more accurately,
'fit out'.

you forgot.
all the 'urgent things'
piled up on top of the stack
of your moments and memories
when you first touched the rock
with a heart full of love.

back then when you still had a heart.

an unhurt heart.

but one day
you suddenly saw a rock.
you saw the exact same rock
that you first saw
when it was eons ago.

'how could it be?'
you whispered.

people measured time in ways that were measured
but that moment of the rock broke through space, time, and reality.
it drew you back to
that exact moment
you saw the first rock in your life
like never before.

your tears dropped on your shattered Soul.

you got a heartache like never before.

you asked yourself how, why, and when did you become like this?
all for the other shiny things?
or, for your fearful self for something you doubted so much in life?
or, strings tied by the excuses along with guilt and shame?
or, the whole world full of dust that covered the magic you once saw?

everybody else was fading,
they were fading and fading,
and, could you be staying, still?

'do something already,
please,'
you were telling yourself,
as if you knew
exactly what to do for the magical world,
and yet,
you sat right there, looking at the narrator in the sky,
asking for help
when the narrator was deeply wounded herself.

Other poems here.

'you closed your eyes to seek for answers within yourself
as the rain poured.'

with gratitude
& love,
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creating acceptedbynature.com (previously toplove.tech),
g️️athering resources at mentalhealthengineering.com public squad

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'There's an emotion of deception in these faces that you overlooked,' the old Soul is brushing the fur of the rabbit while she says it calmly.
They observe as the magical sky is currently turning into a swirling mass made up of magnetic fluid, displaying different human-like faces, voices, and the other phenomena.
'meh, Idkdc' the rabbit said.
'Oh, Gosh, I try to feel or identify, but it's always so challenging,' the old Soul says, with a tone of concern.
'your fear is unnecessary, lol,' the rabbit teases her.
'I've survived all these years seeing changes, but if it's really unnecessary in this phase of our century, I'd admit it. Yet, we both have no concrete proof about what's labelled as right or wrong, do we? Humans are the measurements that are quite silly, is it not?' she reasons again.
'ya...' the faces above can't believe that the rabbit turns back into the dragon from within, while the dragon agrees to these thoughts.
'Or, maybe, it's both... Like how you could be both too,' the old Soul murmurs.
'what are u even talkin' about?' the dragon seems puzzled.
'The Face of Betrayal, the Face of Pain, the Face of Lost, and all these that we don't recognise... If someone had all these, they're lost in one of the darkest ways. Or, it could be a transformation that's a freedom in disguise,' the old Soul muses. Then, the wisest Brain emerges in the old Soul.
'oh, there you go again... in my personal opinion, people just think that they're not good enough, or have some sorta fear. Or hiding something... Wait a minute, I think I'm becoming like you as I talk more with you,' the dragon is speaking while hiding the golden claws.
'Hahaha... You're always you, okay? Hey, look at that! Both faces being face-to-face while they're waiting for each other to make the first move. How silly!' the Brain is crying out loud while she's pointing at the sky.
'hmmm... fatal attraction that's not supposed to be a loss, but a doorway to freedom, according to our crystal ball,' the dragon stares at a glowing ball.
'I thought it's your pearl the entire time...' the Brain curiously craves an explanation.
'it could be all,' the dragon continues, 'confusion, illusion, etc., but the deception is supposed to be the thing being noticed first instead of these, don't you think?'
'Aren't you the optimist here?' the Brain asks more questions...
'lol, let me just do my thing as always,' the dragon blows fire and draws water at the same time. Both elements encapsulate the ball showing the unseen realms. Tiny little sparkles fade away gradually. The Brain is mesmerised as the old lady comes back with the Brain's aura. The dragon turns into a rabbit-like dragon that's smaller as the size of a pet on her lap.

'I guess something deep is being resolved from time to time... thank you,' the dragon says gently.
'Thank YOU, with lots of love, hope, and light...' the Brain says.

/// they're smiling as they continue looking at the sky, forgetting about where the place is... the void, beyond the void, or somewhere between somewhere and elsewhere... ///

07
[when did you start craving for the things you overlooked before a free fall?]

the heart keeps quiet
skipping the most torturous parts
trying to pick out the point that amazed the heart and soul.

there, the heart goes again.

You felt wonderful when you first came to this world.
All that's happening in space, time, and reality seemed to interest you.
Or, sort of.

you loved to explore what's within all the tiny little things that
you can touch, see, smell, hear, taste, feel and beyond.
you never stopped asking questions as you went deep into the rabbit hole like Alice.
even when you're turned into a giant or into any forms,
you got excited rather than being horrified at all.
it's your wonderland.
all that you'd ever known had been your wonderland.
you're passionately curious and
you never cared if curiosity kills the cat
like they said.
You just thought of how the cat has nine lives
and the previous eight have to be worth it.
the surroundings were like an apocalypse in Lamentis-1,
but your mind stayed so calm.

you just wandered around
here and there,
until you're attracted by the rocks.
yes, rocks that everyone else just walked past and ignored.
until you meant 'most people' because
you saw something else in your journey after collecting rocks:
a crafting booth to paint real rocks and
a luxurious book stall selling aroma stones with arts.
you looked around and saw some people trading rocks...
huh, how strange that you started off alone, you thought.

yet,
you had your unspoken discoveries about your rocks
as you polished them and kissed them with love.

'why even rocks?' your Brain asked, puzzled.

the heart had no answers to that.
although it usually did that with reasons and/or emotions.
this time, the heart would love the brain to feel the emotions.

'it's not about the "why", you see,' the heart said.

'it's about this moment here
that you are just being alive like how 22 in Soul
could never seem to find the "Spark" in life
until 22 experienced life and got ready to just get on Earth,
you see?' the heart said
as if the heart
felt represented by 22
in the Pixar movie.

just a moment to be us worth living...
how wonderful it had been
to appreciate
all the rocks on the Yellow Brick Road
as we jumped,
and hummed,
and ran happily...
then, you realised all these dialogues in your head
as you were still on the big wet rock
soaked in the river.
well, at least you smiled
with a larger hope at this moment.

were you the narrator,
or the dragon, the Granny, and the sky the narrators?
well, did it all even matter?

actually, yes.
you're the narrator in your world.
they're the narrator in theirs.

no...

you're not just a narrator or a main character in any worlds...
you're the director of your own story this time...
at least, that's what you started to believe.
you didn't just believe anymore,
you knew you were and therefore you were...

oh well, but you still needed a little more rest.
it's so cold, but you still couldn't move yet.
'it's okay to be lost happily,'
you continued telling yourself,
'I'm the one who's writing my own story!'

Other poems here.

'it's okay to be lost happily,'
you continued telling yourself,
'I'm the one who's writing my own story!'

with love,
૮ℓเσɳα Chee Pui Khei 徐𣳽琪,

creating acceptedbynature.com (previously toplove.tech),
g️️athering resources at mentalhealthengineering.com public squad

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'tell me, what's the story, my dearest heart?' your Brain whispers.

'oh, look, we're now out of the narrative!' the rabbit said.
'I have a question for you since I saw you. Why are you pretending to be a rabbit as a dragon all along?' the old Soul seems puzzled.

/// a moment of silence in the space beyond the void ///

06
[free falling as eons & eons had passed...]

you woke up on the big wet rock
lost in the middle of a river
with the water flowing by your side.

you tried shaking an ant off a handkerchief in your pocket...
you waved your hand and made circles in the air vigorously
and the ant grasped so tightly to the handkerchief.
you put it by your side with a tip touching a leaf
and the ant slowly crawled towards the leaf.

you had these thoughts that were like ants.

anyone would be around
when the podium is rising.
but everyone around you at that time left
when they found out that
all you love to do
was just free falling
or they just had to leave
regardless of
whether you free fall or not.

who's here when all that you could do was free falling?
nobody could answer
yet.

Free falling from the Castle of the Sky.
Free falling into the dark bottomless pit.
Free falling deep under the ocean of Bermuda Triangle.

And falling, and falling, and falling.
Until eons and eons had passed.
Still falling, and falling, and falling.

one day,
you thought that
you saw
❤ the calling of life ❤ ,
so you took out the magical heart
to power the castle and cook anything
like Howl.

- The heart became Calcifer -
YES, CALCIFER!
It could burn anything, light up anything around.
It became something nobody could ever control.
But, it also became something Howl could never recognise anymore.

you looked at how Howl
received praises,
accepted requests of help,
and collected all the shiny things in life
from all directions.

It seemed so strong and powerful that
Calcifer made Howl the toughest wizard of all.

you watched and agreed to Howl that
the heart was a heavy organ to carry along,
unless...

just unless there's an 'unless'.

That was in Howl's story.
So, how about yours, you asked yourself again?
Oh, you became one of the real-life Howls.

It probably would be
the 'Thing'
that does not matter the most.

As you're striving for
a contribution in the field
because you believe in something else...

something the inspiring voices once said.
something to keep the balance between ourselves and everything else.
something about making contribution to the world

all before a certain time, or date, or whatever
that are all the illusions we created.

you knew very well that
they didn't mean it those ways on the surface level.

but, you couldn't risk yourself
as the category
who 'didn't make it'.

or,
that's what you thought
before being showered with glass shards and washed up on a rock.

there are only decades left to live,
but there are centuries left to stay alive.
before eons and eons would pass again,
you ask yourself truly this time,
why would the heavy heart
even contradict to all
that you've ever wanted for
the balance
among nature, tech, and the beings?

You had no answers to that.
Do you?
You believed in facts so much that you searched it up for real
Statistics really showed you that
The contributions of those after a certain age would decline.
You didn't care about research gaps, flawed methods or not-enough-data,
You just told yourself something,
'oh no...'
'Only 6 years left, or what?'

so many things were there to tell you that
it's okay to fall behind sometimes
or falling behind is just a mental distortion.

yet...

you're just a human being alive
in the space full of illusions bringing up
both pros and cons
with things that you enjoy
and the things that hurt you
at the same time.

They counted days.

you counted Hertz, lightyears and beyond.

They enjoyed superficial & stressful date nights.

you loved creating & reading all alone in the middle of the nights.

They asked you 'what if you wouldn't make it at all'

and you just shrugged as if you already did it all the time.

there's no right and/or wrong...
just a matter of
CHOICE?
just a matter of
SUITABILITY?

Some who counted days were the ones who built the trains.
Some who enjoyed dating were the ones who hugged children.
Some who doubted the others needed hugs and healing.

you hoped they accept the differences
and love you as you are
when you love them as they are.

you hoped.

You didn't understand why,
Your plan B, C, D, E, F, G, etc
were never to diverge from the goals
yet they went nearer to the things that were
so risky,
so controversial,
so insane.

if we pulled out
anyone from the street
and ask them what they think of the things you love,
you knew damn well that
they were saying something that meant
your probability was near-to-zero,
so you continued knowing & seeing the ones
who'd see all sides like you
with you
instead of one side.

there,
you laid on unfamiliar
big rock
out of all the boxes
unintentionally
'fitting out'.

what else could anybody say
to such a poor soul
who was
trying to be something
while the soul was
nothing at all?
you had this mental distortion
thinking that
you're trying to be something,
but you're nothing at all.
nothing at all...
NOTHING at all...

your tears dropped on the rock.
the tears mixed with the water on the rock.
the heart is cleansed
to let you feel calm again.

it became a little song in your mind,
so you sang it out loud
♬ 'you tryna be something~
but you're nothing at all~~
NOTHING AT A~A~ALLL~~~'

'haha!'
you burst into laughter
because the song was so silly!

Other poems here.

Free falling from the Castle of the Sky.
Free falling into the dark bottomless pit.
Free falling deep under the ocean of Bermuda Triangle.

with love,
૮ℓเσɳα Chee Pui Khei 徐𣳽琪,

creating acceptedbynature.com (previously toplove.tech),
g️️athering resources at mentalhealthengineering.com public squad

️️❤

1

Evolve Now Book One.
Free Fall

[written in 2024]
genres: relationship, self-love, mental health explorations, world-building, spiritual journey, nature, overthinking, exaggerated emotions, evolve, journey, philosophical, poetry

I. a) phase of falling

00.0 [back stories of poems, teaser, actions for social changes in April '24]

little differences moving:
(#LittleByLittle #CelebrateDifferences #Movement)

01 [are you still magical in the free fall?]
02 [how does a fairy free fall into the galaxies holding her before touching all that's below?]
03 [how did a fairy, after free-falling onto Earth, grow up 'from' a loving family & always climbing up to higher spots to free-fall again?]

I. b) phase we fell (stories + poems)

00.1 [prologue of progress in spaces between wonderland and physical spaces] + in-real-life loving experiences to evolve mental health

loving self-care:
(#SelfCarePromise ~ 24/7 is International Self-Care Day )

04 [a fairy forgetting the pixie dust can't fly before free falling]
05 [free fall with trillion gazillion of shattered parts within]
06 [free falling as eons & eons had passed...]
07 [when did you start craving for the things you overlooked before a free fall?]
08 [long before you long for a free fall in the rain]
09 [your tears fell on my cheeks]
10 [choices in the whatever-land that fell apart]
[11] [free falling together]

It is Time to Prioritise Mental Health in the Workplace Place We Create Value:
(#MentalHealthatWork #WMHD24 ~ 10/10 is World Mental Health Day )

[12] [thank you for growing together]

Hello there~ for the below part and/or the continued stories, they are not directly continued from the previous ones. And so, I continue it via my arts, animations, etc. Stay tuned on @cheeartsbooks (Instagram, Farcaster, etc) and clionachee.com for more of the future updates. The other stories that were being drafted in interesting ways include my letters about how I interact with nature, Multiverse long dramatic scenes with characters switching lives, as well as the snippets that I create out of experimentation for a Utopia that's truly lovely. It happens in a world with setting of years after what happened previously.

2
~ roll? more like bounce back? ouh, not even, we just flow through ~

Evolve Now Book Two.
bounce back roll & ROLL

[writing in 2025 Q1]
genres: adventure, experiences, explorations, spiritual journey, imaginative over-interpretation, magical realism, psychological thriller, anti-hero, arts, sharing wisdom with younger souls, life changes, freedom, entrepreneurial, nature, philosophical, poetry

written, and not published as blogs while seeking for its ways to present

3
(previously named as: f l y t h r o u g h above & beyond) then, we realise how we have to fly back to our nests etc.

[writing in 2025 Q2]
We've altered the entire book name from FLOW Books into Evolve Now: A Start-up Founder Writes Observed Truths as a Fairytale, with Poems and Art. From a melancholic tone last year, we've evolved to our following volumes that are super-duper optimistic & free! Buckle up and we'll see you there with so much love.

drafting with so much love and freedom...

2024:

'Free Fall,
bounce back roll & ROLL,
f l y t h r o u g h above & beyond'

with love,
૮ℓเσɳα Chee Pui Khei 徐𣳽琪,
creating mental health tech at toplove.tech,
gathering resources at mentalhealthengineering.com public squad

2025:

'closing the chapters,
travelling through portals'

building bridges...

'opening
gates & portals'

creating acceptedbynature.com
connecting nature, neuro, and arts of Souls.
Still that eco-friendly, nature-inspired artist + biomedical engineer who's into brains & mental health tech that is accessible and fun.

Invented Neurosage art experience after getting a lot of artistic courses, workshops etc. Creative variant of Neurographic, zentangle, patterns, one-liner, animated scenes, integrated with nature's energy and own emotions. Expressive, full of emotions, and connections to the world.

stay tuned for more of our new

gates & portals.

with love,
Chee
accepted by nature of Love Legacy & Mental Health Engineering

eco-friendly art prints & merch worldwide: chee.teemill.com
official site: clionachee.com

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05
[free fall with trillion gazillion of shattered parts within]

you flew so high that
it's still never high enough.
never enough for you,
for anyone
or anything

and it's okay,
you told yourself,
to fall once a while.

you read your own old poems
and you bit your tongue.
if you edit to perfections,
you might prefer AI to do it all.
even with mimicry of emotions,
even with everything that's gonna fall.

they don't see how it is
that every new tech would emerge
like every new theory did
and accept all these fear sourcing out of flawed humans
and you were one of them.

the problems were never from the tools,
but always from human minds
with declining level of happiness
that could not catch up
to the speed of their so-called accelerating technology
yet.

you get into the dreams
and the rabbit's hopping around the Granny again.

'If they screw you up,
why not screw them all?'
they both crafted the same letter this time.
the rabbit folded it into a paper plane
and the Granny flew it up into the sky.

'No thanks,
I wouldn't be who I dislike.
And, most of them do these out of fear.
I do things out of love and embraced human emotions
But, there's really no difference since we exist as a human species.
So, I could share some stories for you, with you if you love them all.'
they received the voice from the magical sky with aurora and sunset
above them all.

you fell out of the space.

you fell out of reach.

you fell out of the void.

'reality didn't break you,'
you said proudly with your proof,
'reality didn't break ME!'
you
said
PROUDly with your proof.

like...
you've always expected and known deep in your bones.

something else broke you, maybe?
Broke you into trillion gazillion of pieces
s-h-a-t-t-e-r-e-d randomly
in the multiple dimensions.
Broke you in many ways
you wouldn't want to admit.

You didn't realise
yourself running
You didn't realise
yourself hiding
in a shelter made of glass.

when you realise it all...
Goblins were throwing bricks and stones to the glass wall.

You had nowhere else to hide.
You had nowhere else to escape.
You had nowhere else to go.

You could do
n o t h i n g
except for
holding your tears,
biting your tongue that you tried not to, and
hugging yourself real tight
as the glass wall was
c < r > a * c - k ( i ) n = g
right in front of you.

'Reality did not break you at all.'
you confirmed this part as you see it all happening.
'People broke ME.'
you continued the next part unwillingly.
'But I let go of all these and I have choices to make.'
you comforted yourself.
'I could still run at the moment they break this.'
you tried your best to embrace the situation.
'And, I would know not to stay in glass shelters anymore.'
you were trying to tell yourself that we could fix this.

More of these shadows
came breaking the glass wall...
your tears blurred your vision.

Was it the brick that broke you?
Was it the stone that broke you?
Was it the Goblin who broke you?

maybe the Goblin...

but...

Goblin was not just Goblin.
Stones were not just stones.
Bricks were not just bricks.

What did they remind you of?

Don't answer that.

What really, truly broke you?

Don't answer that either.

It's never 'what', you see?

It's always 'who', you see.

Glass wall with more of the cracks
running as wild as your thoughts

in a split second,
the Glass shelter broke...
Glass showering on you...
'my sky raining sharp glass shards with nowhere to escape',
you had the last chance to talk about something
to no one.

Every inch of your body
felt the sharp edges
piercing through your flesh.

You knew that you would have nowhere to hide,
but you're still searching...
dragging blood and flesh as you move...
trying your best to leave the glass shelter
that you once thought was safe.

You didn't look at the Goblins.
You're afraid to see more of the others
behind the Goblins instructing them.
Nobody told you, but it's as if you knew something by nature.
You always thought that the people were on your side
to fight against creatures.
But you never thought of people
being the creatures to hurt you the most themselves.
Your weaknesses told
turn out to be their strengths
as they planned to
rain glasses on your weakest parts
and break all the things
you once loved.

you turned your face around
covering with your wounded and bleeding arms.

listen...
drip,
drip,
drip...

fresh blood dripping down
the floor
as your feet stepped on
the glass pieces
and hurt once more.

you never lose hope and still searched for more
at the places you moved towards.
sharp glasses were still falling from the sky.

'oh my God, I think I'm done?'
you had
nowhere to escape
as you're getting weaker
and tripping over
and crawling
and falling
as you didn't understand how gravity worked there...

even the floor was not safe at all.

you floated in the middle
out of a sudden...
just when you were hoping for the glasses to stop falling

somehow...

YOU became the centre of gravity
to all the glass shards
coming your way in the speed out of human measurements.

there...

you were deeply wounded for sure.

But you're still alive!

Did not understand
how did the floor suddenly exist again.
There you crawled again
as you listen to the others laughing at you
somewhere with the Goblin
far from you for now.
But the space is echoing the sound
that it's so disturbing to you
just for a lil' while.

You crawled out of distractions,
and you're looking for an exit again.
It's actually nowhere to be found,
but you knew it's here to be found.
you're so strong.

and there, you accidentally saw:
the masters to the Goblin,
the makers of the bricks,
the collectors of the stones and all the ones staring at you
were all the ones
who used to shine your favourite rocks with you
by the river you loved the most.

you once put in the most effort, love, and time
in all that you've promised each other to do...
just to polish up
more silly little rocks with you,
happily.

But,

'how?'

your inner child asked.

'HOW?'

your inner child asked again.

'HOOOWWW???'

your inner child screamed while crying like never before.

that look on your face
looked more hurtful
than the times when you were showered by glass pieces.

there, you laid down on the ground existing out of nowhere.

you were
hopelessly facing upward
towards the showering glasses that started falling again.

no hands to cover yourself up this time.

no escaping.

no nothing.

there, you remembered that phrase from Nimona
who tried shape shifting into everything so well
because she didn't belong to anything at all.
And people called her the monster
she even grew sharp teeth
just to play along
until she didn't.

that day, she got in front of the sword of her best friend's statue
with something she thought all along,
'I don’t know what’s scarier.
The fact that everyone in this kingdom
wants to run a sword through my heart…
or that sometimes
I just wanna let them.'

those exact same words from the film
were the words
echoing around you
as you laid down and stopped escaping.
Well, there's nowhere
to escape after all.
but you smiled,
because the movie had a happy ending
when she's with her new best friend.

so, it's weird that you smiled
as you let sound, vision, and senses of the glass
gradually fading out...

'but how?'
your inner child asked again for the very last time.

'there's no 'how', my dear heart.'
'People just change, that's all?'
the Brain tried to reason again.
'no, they don't. I don't!'
the heart screamed again.

hmmm...

you actually did.
you changed even faster when people come and go faster?
you just forgot.

the ones who hurt you unintentionally
were all being hurt just the same
like the cycles in nature...

Some didn't care.
Some didn't realise.
Some didn't understand.

because...

It all happened within a split second,
in the speed of light,
within each and every unconscious decision.

And so, you started thinking it through.
You started asking yourself
which step did you take that lead you into this?
If you could ever take another more suitable turn in the future,
what would it be?
But...
Let's not 'the future' while we try to survive 'the now'.
'I could take another suitable step for me for now,
what would it be?'
you asked yourself.

you let bygones be bygones
and you vision that
there would be magical honey
dropping on you
to heal the cuts.
But, you saw ants crawling on the sweets
that you once thought were great,
feeling disgusted.

You quickly stayed away from envisioning honey, sweets, and all.
'Don't come to me, dear ants, dear bees, and all.'
you were talking to them from miles away
as if they could hear you.
Crawling away with more questions in your head that you tell nobody about
except for one.

There you move again, when you feel like moving.

Questions and questions later,
it becomes a thread of stories linking up beads of questions.
You knew something all along by heart, yet the Brain just ignored.

you're crawling back to your favourite river alone.
you thought you wouldn't survive
but
oh my Goodness,
you did it again.
all pain shall end when you rise again.

but

you're thinking that

maybe you could

finally enjoy a free fall.

the kind of free fall that nobody's harmed.

the kind of free fall your heart longs for.

natural rise and fall.
like sunrise and sunset.
like tides that ebb and flow.

you fell, you rise and you free fall.

you fell into the river

and you're unsure if the fish would eat you up.

your blood made the river red...

and then the river washed away the redness...

you fell from above the waterfall...

'piak'

such a weird sound
to end a stage
of this journey.

you heard yourself
landing on a big wet rock
as the shallow river was still flowing by your side.

'did I reach the riverbank?'

nobody had an answer, lol.

you continued resting as you ran out of energy.

A question popped up as you closed your eyes:

'who would love me when I free fall and all?'

ya...

who would love you
when you free fall
and all?

Other poems here.

'who would love you
when you free fall
and all?'

with love,
૮ℓเσɳα Chee Pui Khei 徐𣳽琪,

04
[a fairy forgetting the pixie dust can't fly before free falling]

Let go of those who tore you apart from the past.
Let go of those who tried to steal or eat up your heart.
Let go of what you don't belong all along.

poor little fairy,
you just forgot about the pixie dust in your pocket
after such a long journey.

They made a golden heart turn bitter when they didn't have to
because they also lost all the pixie dust they once had.

'Pathetic. Pretentious. Paltry-minded.'
you looked at your old younger self
holding these negative emotions that
the others once threw at you
while you fluttered your eyelashes.

None of that would matter anymore
as you looked at the ant
crawling down
your handkerchief.

Yet you still had to let all these poems out
so that your emotions were expressed
and your energies from the past would flow out and away.

So you were being clear with that little old self...
'okay, we are not victims anymore, but I'd love to know your back story.'
'I'm not gonna be like the others.'
'I value each and every of your opinion.'
'I treasure you, put you at the spot above them all.'
'I wouldn't condemn you or try to control you in making decisions.'
'I love you however way you are as a whole.'
'I know it's hard to believe, but just know that from your future self.'

There,
your present self
goes and peeps at that dark energy that has to be released.
Actually, you don't have to control who you could be too.
No, I mean YOU, your writing self too.

So, you pulled out villains in your diaries
that could form a deck of cards.

You tore their broken stereotypes apart,
yelling 'idgaf about your limited beliefs' in ways you didn't recognise.
yikes... was that even you?

'emotion can be my power!'

'normalise & humanise emotions!'

'I overthink at the most suitable times!'

'I can multitask & I am enjoying all of these all at once!'

'I just know that I am'

wow...
Okay, but if there really happened to have some villains in some stories...

Just like most of these films,
every villain had a painful back-story?
Harley Quinn?
Sylvie as Loki?
Credence Barebone?
But,
were these their real intentions to hurt the others?
But,
even if not, how do were they not excuses to hurt one another?
But,
since they're the cause of the unnecessary negative loops in our society, why were people kept on doing or being them?

We could heal them, right?
We could heal them all.
We could change that, right?
It's okay to just let us be ourselves.
We could at least do something, right?
It's okay to not too, actually.

But, you didn't think of it as such back then...
So...
as you went to change,
you remembered the way they look at you
with their tilted glasses,
ignorant brains,
and pointy noses.

they told you
'dear kid, reality would break your dreams one day!'
you shook it off 'cause you felt like an old soul,
leaving them with a little pixie dust
they forgot what they had,
at your most rebellious times.

you're saying
don't 'dear kid' me in your diaries
while you
flew away
flapping your wings as a fairy
like a pro, like a master, like a queen.

if they gave their crowns to the others,
at least you had your Grandma who gave hers to you.
Oh, and you're giving your one and only crown to yourself.
You are always and forever
special to your one true self.

you said:
'Trust me, dear self,
you don't have to care about anything or anyone
that are not suitable for you at all.
Even if it might be of good intention from some points,
even if you might not be able to control sometimes,
just let go of everything
that's not yours at all.'

You didn't have to do it with a broken heart.
You didn't have to.
You didn't.
You don't.
But you did.

'Thank you for doing this,'
said the Brain in hushed tones to the heart.

People were asking questions
and
seeking for answers that they've expected
in their minds.
There were no rights and wrongs in these,
but some of them just wonder why.

The spiritual gurus emphasised the 'where'.
The movie makers emphasised the 'who'.
You used to emphasise the 'why'.
Parents love to emphasise the 'how'.
Timekeepers emphasised the 'when'.
The universe loves to emphasise the 'what'.

Yet, you took out a little yacht
and sailed through the sea of all these answers
to seek your sunshine and rainbow
after the rain
for just a short while

at least it's enough to feel great
before the next cycle of seeing the sunshine again.

Before you fell,
the yacht is in the middle of the ocean
felt as if
everything else in the world
had fallen apart in ways that didn't matter to you.

You were so optimistic.

'It's okay.
Just let the waves crash in the ways they love.
I'll be me.
They'll be them.
I am me.
I love me.
Just let me sleep before I have to show you
what happened
for the very last time, please.'

Lovely poets,
Taylor Swift,
someone we'll meet only the people
that would see us as the special existence
that no one else could replace
in the ways that we love.
I mean,
not just the ways we're used to,
but in the ways that they know and love us
for being us.
Here's a little pixie dust for you
and just for you too.

'If you hear me one day,
take me to the castle made of flowers
in the middle of the magical big flower.

A place that
I'll always remember that
I have pixie dust.

A place that
I always feel loved
as myself.'

Other poems here.

'let the lights of love
shine through
each and every dark corner'

with love,
૮ℓเσɳα Chee Pui Khei 徐𣳽琪,

creating acceptedbynature.com (previously toplove.tech),
g️️athering resources at mentalhealthengineering.com public squad

️️❤

• phase of falling

00.0 [back stories of poems, teaser, actions for social changes in April '24]

little differences moving:
(#LittleByLittle #CelebrateDifferences #Movement)

01 [are you still magical in the free fall?]
02 [how does a fairy free fall into the galaxies holding her before touching all that's below?]
03 [how did a fairy, after free-falling onto Earth, grow up 'from' a loving family & always climbing up to higher spots to free-fall again?]

• phase we fell

00.1 [prologue of progress in spaces between wonderland and physical spaces] + in-real-life loving experiences to evolve mental health

loving self-care:
(#SelfCarePromise ~ 24/7 is International Self-Care Day )

starting from 04... poems: to be sent~ (stay tuned)

[prologue of progress in spaces between wonderland and physical spaces]

hi, lovelies,

I've decided to still release the Free Fall series, then we'll move on to the Bounce Back and Fly Through series. As seen in the 'fluid of poems', the Free Fall poems 01, 02, 03 were already released along with the back stories.

 ♫ ♪ ♬ playing Wonderland by Taylor Swift  ♫ ♪ ♬
//to all our hope, dreams, & beyond...
We found Wonderland, you and I got lost in it
And we pretended it could last forever 
(Eh, eh)
We found Wonderland, you and I got lost in it
And life was never worse, but never better 
(Eh, eh)
//to all the lovely kind souls who wonder how did they get where they are without noticing the distance between them and their dreams...

prologue of the past of the free fall

when the throat is stuck with a dark matter, there has to be one way of another of letting it all clear and express in the suitable ways to us. For me, I love arts, poems, or any expressions to be explored. I guess this song expresses so much of what I feel. It's such an amazing world that I'm so grateful for. However, I had to admit that there were these words and stories untold of mine that could be shared with love.

it's not necessarily a human, but it could be directed to a lost soul.

it's not necessarily a goal, but it could a personification of a dream.

it's not necessarily a moment, but it could be a metaphor of a stage of life in the past.

 ♫ ♪ ♬  continue singing  ♫ ♪ ♬
I reached for you
but you were gone
I knew
I had to go back home
you searched the world for something else
to make you feel like what we had
and in the end in wonderland
we both went mad

shining hopeful love

while I release the Free Fall series, I've started drafting Bounce Back. From our Free Fall series that we've been collecting in drafts, it's time we just release after these edits. Again, they're the reminder of how we could express & always still feel loved eventually.

btw, we're having in-real-life experiences in Malaysia~

if you've not seen mentalhealthengineering.com, be sure to sub as well. If you're in Malaysia, we're having a booth-life thingy for experiences in DM Mall, Subang Jaya, Malaysia from 19th to 21st of July 2024. If you're having everything online, no problem. We're crafting experiences and all the things in digital for our lovely kind souls. As I'm joining @_buildspace season5, I'm also posting weekly updates on socials for 6 weeks.

experiences that evolve mental health: poems here, bottle crafts there, more paper crafts from used papers, spirituality that's scientifically proven, extended reality that's amplifying relaxing experiences, etc...

let me show you a quick short right here so that you know what I'm sharing about.

'Cause when I first started with VR, or any of the tech booms we've mentioned so far, I've personally seen so much that we could maximise the potential with love with one action:

'before mastering technologies,
humans master nature and us first,
and balance it all when we're using the advancing technologies
with humanistic missions.
We have so lots of pure love energies in each and every decision.
So much that we have complete trust in each other and
have infinite amount of joy with all the creations in life.'

Then, we balance all that we're mastering with humanistic missions. I mean, us first. That's why I truly hope that we could just prioritise doing what excites us the most while that part is overlapping with the things that the others would love to co-create together.

co-create together!
while it's all great, what else?

'cause we know that many of the people here know us from our online contents, I'd like to bring more things online too.

would love to experiment these out together, merch? or digital freebies? or digital assets? or the other more suitable things? while many things I mention is 'we', I love co-creating with the ones enjoying instead of just imagining the person creating these just creating alone. For example, when anyone is reading any of the pieces, just imagine ways in your head of what would these be if they're your words, what images, happening at where, what's the metaphor of 'what' in our own lives of different walks and backgrounds etc...

poem series

00.1 [spaces between wonderland and physical spaces]

please, we're in the wonderland
and if we were once lost,
we could find our paths to each other again...

rabbit was sobbing while rabbit said:
'come talk to me please'
'come play with me please'
'all I wanted was just to show you the way to all the things that are fun to me, not pushing you away from me'
'we're gonna come back here again and again'
'just like the cycles of nature'
'so, of course it's forever'

the power bank was the only light source with blue lights at night...
and the rabbit's the one who jumps out of the wonderland
to follow this light of unknown
that might just be gone when it's running out of electricity
recharging it,
charging? charging
again and again...

rabbit follows the light and saw a person
she's so old that she's here since trillion gazillion of years
waiting for something nobody knows
maybe even she doesn't
'cause she's forgotten what it was
but she only remembered that she's waiting and exploring what it was...
even until now...
what was it like eons before when she wasn't in such place?
'Where were we? Where am I? Are you here?'
the rabbit wasn't sure if it's her voice
or the rabbit just imagined the words naturally blending with the scene...

the rabbit was slowly approaching...
she started telling the rabbit something,
but the rabbit wasn't sure if she noticed that the rabbit's here...

'I wrote so many letters, but they're all unsent...
well, 'cause I know you have many things untold
and it's all widening the distance
day by day...
I wonder why we still care
if everything's just as it is...
I know you know about it too...
But we're too afraid to have anything else that breaks this
fragile little heart of glass...
But, I hope to break it and discover that
maybe there's my real heart of flesh inside
and it's free from all the glasses that look so sturdy
yet actually so fragile and hurtful most times...'

the rabbit was completely puzzled...
the rabbit is jumping on her laps...
she had so many pictures of cuddling with pets on the walls,
so the rabbit thought that she'd like it
but she pushed it away
and
the rabbit was completely puzzled...


when the rabbit was being pushed,
the rabbit saw the few letters being sent
were the most harsh ones...
this lady that's against time just seemed to store
all these loveliest letters, huh?

'why?'
the rabbit accidentally
had words slipping out of the mouth...

the lady's shocked and hugged the rabbit
while she's crying
'I thought you all never wanted to talk to me ever again'
her cry got louder and louder
and she hugged the rabbit tighter

so tight that the rabbit felt the organs being squished
'too tight, too tight! I gotta vomit if you do this.'
the rabbit pushed her this time and jumped off her arms.

she smiled,
saying:
'ya, too tight'

the rabbit just couldn't keep up with the change in her emotions,
thinking why this person is so weird...
'do you need help in sending those letters?'

a moment of silence with a slush of the autumn leaves...

'I made a scarf for you, it's gonna snow soon, here...'
she walked across the room to a corner with a locked box,
reaching to the scarf being knitted by the last ball of yarns she had

rabbit looks at her, asking:
'why?'

she stared at the rabbit

'you're waiting for someone, right?
why not give that person instead?'
the rabbit continued asking

she stared at the rabbit again...
not smiling, not shaking her head, not nodding...
just staring straight right into the rabbit's eyes...

'there are no "why"s for me, there are only "who"s.'
she was finally answering,
or sort of answering the rabbit's question.

'if there is a "why" in your world, 'why' did you get out of your wonderland?'

the rabbit's trying to have flashbacks of making the decision...
she couldn't find it too...
she realised that she's also a 'her'...

'wonderland was such a fun place, don't you think?'
the lady continued, with her gaze fixed at the rabbit,
she smiled as her aura is filling up the entire room, wrapping the rabbit.

the rabbit couldn't remember when did it happen...
no why... no what...
but, who? for who? oh, maybe for this lady, she thought.

'for you!' the rabbit said delightfully.

the lady's aura broke as her smile dropped.

wasn't it supposed to be a happy thing?
why is the lady's smile gone?
or,
is there even a 'why'?
if yes, is the 'why' important?
or 'who' is the more suitable question?

they didn't realise how time passed
as they stared at each other
and the days and nights shifted out in the window...

there...
it's really about to snow...
the lady put the scarf on the rabbit
and went to the kitchen to get food for herself.
the rabbit thought that they needed no food,
but who knows...
in the spaces between the wonderland and the physical Earth...
we could just do whatever we love
exactly as the way we think of ourselves...

wait...
exactly the ways we think of ourselves...
does that mean... ?

they were both unsure about many things
but none of those matter as they were seeing each other anytime they wanted to

'who are you waiting for, lady?'
the rabbit is hopping around and following her around sometimes
'lol,' she said.

'Idk,' she continued.
the rabbit's giving her a bored emoji on the face.
'you're waiting for yourself,' the rabbit said.
'oh, really? aren't you just like myself?' the lady said unconsciously.
'huh? how?' the rabbit thought that she's joking...
'are we not?' the lady asked with a broader smile.
'you're joking, right?' the rabbit's looking so serious.
'does it matter so much to you, my dear playful heart?' the lady laughed.

the rabbit stopped hopping around as she stared at the lady.

'what did you call me?' the rabbit asked.

'I am just kidding, rabbit.' the lady said.

'I wish you're not because I love to be your playful heart,' the rabbit said.

'here, your warm bowl of spinach. People out there thought that you like carrots the most, lol,' the lady's suddenly not feeling as old as she seemed to be.

'did you just grow younger? why are you so different? how did you know about people out there as you're just staying here writing letters for such a long time now?' the rabbit has too many questions that she forgot to say thanks as she scooped the warm spinach porridge in her mouth, one after another.

'for all the love we trust,' said the lady.

as they're eating,
we weren't sure if it's morning, afternoon, or night time...
or, time didn't even exist...
the darkness with moon has all the neon colours in the sky with snow...
the neon colours are wrapping the morning and noon sun beams inside...
magical yet eerie...?

the lady wished in her heart,
as she was looking at the rabbit eating,
'Dearest stars in the sky,
send all my pure love energies to all my children in pain and hurt...
although they've forgotten about me...
thank you with much love to you too,
my loveliest stars that will let us meet once again.'

it's so fun!

any thoughts &// suggestions?

comment with love~

*important messages gotta be repeated to be remembered:

'Before mastering technologies,
humans master nature and us first,
and balance it all when we're using the advancing technologies
with humanistic missions.
We have so lots of pure love energies in each and every decision.
So much that we have complete trust in each other and
have infinite amount of joy with all the creations in life.'

with love,
૮ℓเσɳα Chee Pui Khei 徐𣳽琪,

creating acceptedbynature.com (previously toplove.tech),
g️️athering resources at mentalhealthengineering.com public squad

️️❤

Steps to Take if Someone's Crypto Wallet Gets Hacked:

0. Take immediate actions.
- Breathe in and out evenly. Stay calm and delete, uninstall, &// stop everything that might be related (last used recently).

1. Report on Discord of Web 3 Communities (trustable ones like LearnWeb3 DAO, Metaschool, etc.)

- ✏ Inform relevant communities about the hack to spread awareness and possibly get support.

2. Dissociate Old Crypto Wallet from Other Web 3 Socials, including Paragraph.xyz

- 🚫 If there's no dissociate button, email them and/or contact them on their Discord channels.

- From Paragraph.xyz's Discord, Fred mentioned about this:

✅ login with the wallet related (on device with no association with important things),

✅ then add an email/password to one's account,

✅ then disconnect one's wallet related.

- From the past personal experience, please also disconnect any ownership &// funding ways linked to the old crypto wallet.

- Use new wallet & also safe emails to be linked (check all selections in the settings).

3. Stop Everything Running in the Background

- 🛑 Close all non-essential applications and processes to prevent further compromise.

4. Use RKill&// the other defending systems to Stop Malware/Virus and Clear Malware/Virus

- 🛡 Protection: Run RKill to terminate suspicious processes and TRON to clean one's system. YOne may use the other reliable ones &// let one's trustable expert aid one in this.

5. Backup Computer Data - Uncorropted FIles &// Folders after Full Scans (This May Take a Long Time)

- 💾 Ensure all important data is safely backed up to an external drive or cloud storage.

6. Reset/Reformat the PC

- 🔄 A complete system reset &// reformat to eliminate any lingering malware, virus, etc.

7. Renew All Passwords and Sign Out of Old Accounts

- 🔐 Change passwords for all accounts, sign out of all sessions, and update verification methods (2FA, biometrics, etc. If the system already bypassed that previously which was what happened in the case study, please add &// see what's suitable as a safer option).

8. File a Report at a Local Police Station

- 🚓 Report the incident to local law enforcement for an official record.

9. File Reports with Cyber Security Experts

- 🔍 Contact cyber security experts &// platforms (in the past case here, we have Professor Dominique Calder, the lead scam catcher in Web 3, with over 10 years of experience in cybersecurity, we met her via buildspace & chatted on LinkedIn)

- If one has extra budget, one may hire ethical hackers to track them legally with the legal parties related. Or, let ethical hackers take a cut of what they've made out of those things done legally.

- After reporting the case, one's usually being referred to an agency &// organisation. The ability to assist one, and the extent of help provided, depends on the complexity of each individual case. In the case mentioned here, its purpose is to raise awareness &// get more attention on cases as such to put a stop in the future.

10. Spread the Message to Prevent Others from Being Affected

- 📢 Inform one's network and community to raise awareness and help others avoid the same fate.

11. Report Suspicious Social Media Accounts with Tested Links

- 🚩 Report any suspicious accounts or links to social media platforms to prevent further scams.

12. Use a Link Detector to Test Links Before Clicking Them

- 🕵‍♂️ Use tools like VirusTotal to check the safety of links before opening them.

- 🕵‍♂️ Sometimes, even these tools can't detect the links in the case we witnessed. So, do not click on suspicious links &// turn any defender systems off for something to get into the computer at all. Please think &// request for alternatives if they're for the sake of certain projects.

- 🕵‍♂️ For safe affiliated links, we could also check the main domain &// the account sharing hasn't been hacked (with weird abnormal posts) to understand what to trust.

13. Transition to a Cold Wallet for Added Security

- 🥶 Explore cold wallet (offline storage) to prevent online attacks.

14. Create a New Wallet and Dissociate from All Previous Accounts

- 💼 Set up a new crypto wallet and dissociate from any compromised accounts &// platforms.

15. Heal using mental health tech tools: exclude ourselves from the 'helpless victim' narrative

- ❤ Share the awareness, resources while we still have trust in humanity. Bounce back like a ball with the loving community as we observe who are helpful along the way. Still being passionate with therapy sessions &// mental health tech tools to heal fast and eliminate any anxiety, stress, &// mental burdens with lots of love. In my personal case, as you see from my profile, my team created free mental health metaverse spaces along with the other tools for the public at the moment. So, I used these tools to heal and get back on track as well. Feel free to explore the other resources, songs, &// activities to be calm, happy, and fun again to resolve things efficiently and stay alive with love.

Note: Yes, paragraph.xyz & warpcast of mine are with new wallet as they allow me to dissociate from the old ones. However, if one has any of these with old wallets, feel free to explore ways & share 'bout how we tackle the temporary problems. Cheers with love.

'let the lights of love
shine through
each and every dark corner'

with love,
૮ℓเσɳα Chee Pui Khei 徐𣳽琪,
creating mental health tech at toplove.tech,
g️️athering resources at mentalhealthengineering.com public squad

️️