Notes

Dear Fia,

The platform has not been very encouraging when it comes to the fluidity of a conversation, is not it? Despite this inconvenience, I am confident that we can continue to persevere over this and any other such obstacles that might dare to come between our letters. After all, Fia, we have the interest and enthusiasm necessary to continue this journey together.
I can assist you in finding an alternative that fits your specifications. It will be a pleasure to help you. The means I have used to get my letters into your hands, while far from being my favorite cup of tea, have been helpful in their minimalist practicality. But, there is a more elaborate one that I appreciate for its range of possibilities. It is an excellent alternative to role-playing, by the way. [https://justpaste.it/]

Good to know that the "genius eccentricity" accompanying my words did not make you take the opposite path to mine. I am grateful to know that I have been able, through my words, to raise you meters above this period of which you have mentioned. May other events have the same positive effect on you. Perhaps, as a precaution, you should consider modeling for a brand geared towards this material, then you will have many balls of yarn at your disposal.

I make these words of yours my own. Mythology from all over the world has fascinated my being for as long as I can remember. Over the years, since childhood, I have done numerous researches about. Constantly expanding my horizons on this department and others, not just culturally.

Interesting. I think I glimpsed the future then. I just can not tell, at the moment, whether it is the future of your current existential or the future of one of the next. Perhaps, it is an echo of a past not so remote, but of lifetimes ago. But, we can say that I saw an alternate universe, an unblown bud of possibility.
What I can say to you is that the words I spoke about you had no home on anything you said in your biography.
You were very succinct on your description of yourself. You did not quite open the curtain to reveal a piece of your heart exactly. A magnificent black and lacy veil lay dropped over who you are.
Anyway, I can not wait to get to know who you are in the dark. Only those who once lived under the wings of darkness know how to truly appreciate the light. Because you are willing to share the ashes of the most painful memories and feelings where you burned and feel yourself still burning to help other souls in similar situations. There will come a day when you will feel reborn ñpfrom these ashes, like a Phoenix. And as you raise the skies, you will notice the presence of other Phoenixes, people whom you have inspired, often without even feeling the gentle breeze of the impact you caused on their calloused spirits. "Exoriemur Ex Cineribus".

I thank you for extending this privilege to me, Fia.

The difficulty is not the impossibility, therefore. Identifying a problem is the first step towards its respective solution. The nest needs to be made by the bird so that the egg can be accommodated in it, and new life can emerge from it. And for this life to emerge, it is essential to break the shell from the inside out, never from the outside to the inside. The time is not necessarily linear. Incredibly circumstantial and essentially subjective, it can be felt as the black ormolu clock in the painting 'The Black Marble Clock' by Cezanne. Uncompromising, severe — and rigid —while casting the shadow of its threatening presence over the lightest human experiences. At other times, strange and almost amorphous as it melts slowly, uninterruptedly, like the clocks in the painting 'The Persistence of Memory' by Dalí. Anyway, no matter how the time is felt by us, we are always walking hand in hand with each of the past and possible future versions of us.

Your narrative orbiting around your oniric journey found an echo on my soul. I have indeed lucid and sensory dreams as well. Complete dreams; fragmented dreams. Dreams that I can continue sometimes. If my thinking is very steeped in issues centered on material reality, the emotion elicited can influence my ability to remember the content.

If one day you desire to share some dream of yours with me, know that it will be a pleasure heard about it. As for unpleasant dreams, may they continue to be left outside your dream palace's doors. That is one of my wishes for you.

About the elevator, your answer pleased me tremendously; in particular the way you exposed the learning opportunity that would present itself in front of this scenario. If the roles were reversed, I would probably choose Namjoon as my 'waiting' mate.
Tell me about your impressions of the Rolling Quartz cover. And, if you are interested, I can provide recommendations based on your preferences, not just literary recommendations but other sectors of interest. As for your relationship with Korean culture and your thirst for knowledge directed towards it, you are doing a great job. I can feel it. I also do it — an expedition to the core —, not just with Korean culture, but other cultures as well and on absolutely everything that has my interest captivated.

I enjoy the combination of Alternative Rock, Goth Rock, or Heavy Metal and Country Music in a way that I can not do with Techno Music, except, perhaps, Cybergoth. But I can not say that it is my cup of tea as much as other genres and subgenres that are appreciated by myself. I like Måneskin. I was listening to the song 'I Wanna Be Your Slave' the other day. As I began this letter, the song 'Shed My Skin' by Within Temptation was playing. Now, 'Ακούω την Αγάπη' (Akouo tin agapi) by Trypes. It has been a while since I have listened to Thirty Seconds to Mars. 'This Is War', old or not, is without a doubt a very powerful song.

What wonderful news your introduction to the universe of Horror movies. Your sister got a ton of points from me with it. What is your favorite zombie movie so far? Perhaps the concept of something that should be dead and is not but is not alive either. The duality. Regardless of the Horror genre or movie genre itself, you are correct to watch only the content you are comfortable with.

Simple and delicate as the element. The fire can warm, but it can also burn. Like you. 'Delora' is as beautiful a name as 'Fia', by the way. Fia Delora, "the fire of sorrows". The fire of your sorrows will cauterize your soul. The way you feel about both is real. This gives, from my perspective, legitimacy to both, as much as the name chosen for you and not by you when you gave it the first breath of life.

I conclude this letter with a poem written by the Persian poet Jalaluddin Rumi. While I have been writing to you, it has been scratching at the corners of my mind to find its way to you.


The Guest House.

This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.

Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.


Sincerely,

Sorin.