From the early roots of the young writer, at the end of adolescence.
A spider killed a fly. A cat killed a mouse. A wolf killed a lamb… And a human being killed another human being.
Short Stories
I remembered an old friend who still lives in his old house and doesn't want to change anything about it. It's the only place that still reminds him of his childhood days, and the only place where he finds peace.
“I wrote The Symphony as one who rediscovers his childhood beneath a linden tree. It is the story of a boy who finds refuge in nature, strength in beauty, and salvation in love from the cruelty of humankind. Through this work, I affirm that innocence can resist, that love can rise as an army, and that writing may save what power could never redeem.”