I'm thinking about making a secret society. It would be something like 'the secret society of butterfly wings', perhaps. I'm not so sure, and I don't really know what secret societies are supposed to do. Although I suppose, they should be about magic. People don't often like magic, and magic makers, they think we're stupid, insane, childish, even naive. So, magical societies should remain secrets, shouldn't they?
Until then, I shall introduce myself.
I like to be called Sophie, and I'm a master in disappearance. I like to think that Slyvia Plath is my spokesperson.
I'm also a swan maiden, and my kind is on the verge of extinction. I was born nineteen years ago, but that fact means nothing at all to me. I'm ageless, and I will remain so.
(Swan maidens change their bodies anyways.)
I'm more comfortable in a shape of a bird, because they can always fly away.
This place will contain those things I find beautiful, interesting, and those things I made. Apparently I need a visual reminder, that life and the world, after all, is beautiful.
Also, I need a place, or something that makes and keeps me motivated to go on adventures, explorations, and to create.
So, maybe it's time to start the main thing: living.
