• Aesthetic Narrative

    Soft Morning and Calm evenings

    Archer was a man of precision—a successful businessman whose life moved in perfect, measured ticks. Every morning began the same: alarm at 5:30 AM, a cold shower, a calculated breakfast, and then straight into the rhythm of meetings, emails, and the relentless pace of the city. He thrived in it, or so he believed. There was no room for deviation, no tolerance for interruptions. Then, one ordinary morning, as he buttered his toast with mechanical efficiency, the doorbell rang. Irritation flickered across his face. Unplanned. Unacceptable. He opened the door to find no one there—just an ornate, full-length mirror leaning against the frame. Strange. Without thinking, he reached out, fingertips grazing…

  • Aesthetic Narrative

    Overcoming Self-Doubt

    Overcoming Self-Doubt For years, Alisa believed she could never conquer her stage fright or become a confident speaker. She would watch others deliver speeches with ease, their voices steady and their presence commanding, and wonder why she couldn’t be like them. The thought of standing in front of a crowd made her heart race and her palms sweat. She envied those who seemed so self-assured, convinced that confidence was a gift she would never possess. One day, everything changed. Her university announced a speech competition with a cash prize. At the time, Alisa was in desperate need of money, and though the idea of participating terrified her, she decided to…