Klarrie's POV I sat alone in my room, surrounded by silence and the flickering light of a candle. My mind began to wander, and soon I found myself lost in my own thoughts. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting my imagination take over. As I drifted deeper into my own consciousness, my surroundings began to fade away. In their place, a new world began to form.I saw rolling hills and lush forests, crystal-clear rivers and sparkling waterfalls.It was a place unlike any other, a place that existed only in my mind. In this new world, I was free to imagine and create whatever I pleased.I conjured up fantastical creatures and gave them names and personalities. I devised epic battles and heroic deeds, all taking place in the magical realm of my own making. Hours passed as I lost myself in this alternate reality, my mind racing with new ideas and adventures.When I finally emerged from my reverie, I felt renewed and energized. Although I had been alone the entire time, I had never felt more alive or connected. For in my own mind, I had created a world that was truly my own, a world that would always be there for me whenever I needed to escape. The truth of reality can be cruel and unforgiving.I have come to understand that life is often characterized by struggle, pain, and inevitable loss. Nothing is certain, and everything ultimately fades away. It's difficult to accept this truth, as it's not a pleasant reality to confront. Despite my patience and gentle nature, I have seen many people endure hardships that seem unbearable.It's often not fair, and many times people suffer through no fault of their own. The truth is that life can be harsh and unforgiving, and it's up to each individual to make the most of what they have and try to find happiness in even the darkest moments. As someone who wanted to escape the cold reality of life, I have always been drawn to the magical world of fantasy. There's something delightful about creating a world where anything is possible, where reality is suspended in favor of the fantastical and the impossible. When I write from a first-person point of view, I am able to immerse myself completely in the world of my characters.As if I was the Character of that story.I become one with their hopes, fears, joys, and struggles, and in doing so, I am able to transport my readers to this magical realm as well.In the world of fantasy, there are no limits to what I can create. I can imagine worlds filled with dragons, unicorns, and demons.Characters who possess magical abilities beyond their wildest dreams, and villains more sinister than anyone ever thought possible. The possibilities are endless, and that is what makes writing fantasy so exhilarating.But perhaps the most satisfying aspect of writing fantasy is the ability to create happy endings. In a world where we are all too often faced with the harsh realities of life, where things don't always work out the way we want them to, it's refreshing to be able to escape to a place where everything turns out okay in the end.Where good triumphs over evil, and love conquers all. It's a world where rainbows and sunshine abound, and where magic is the norm. So, why do I choose to be the writer of a fantasy story? Because it allows me to escape the cold reality of life and experience a world where anything is possible.A world where magic and happy endings reign supreme, and where I can take my readers on a journey they will never forget.With a light sigh, I closed my eyes. And smiled.I can't help but wonder about the magic of love.It's a mysterious force that has captivated hearts and minds since the beginning of time. I've heard countless stories about how love can bring two people together in a way that nothing else can. How it can make you feel as though you are floating on air, lost in a dream world where everything seems perfect.I've never experienced love myself, but I've seen it in the eyes of others. The longing glances, the soft touches, the way their voices become hushed and intimate when they speak to each other. It's a beautiful thing to witness. I often daydream about experiencing that magic one day, about finding someone who will sweep me off my feet and fill my heart with joy.I imagine what it would be like to have someone to share my deepest thoughts and desires with, someone who would always be there for me through thick and thin.But until then, I'll continue to marvel at the magic of love from afar, hoping that one day, I too will join the ranks of those lucky enough to experience it firsthand. Wanna know some secret from my majestic life? I am a firm believer in magic and happy endings, and it has been the guiding force of my life.From the very beginning, I knew that my life was meant to be full of bliss and joys, despite the struggles and pain that may come my way.My unwavering belief in the power of positivity, love, and kindness has helped me navigate through even the toughest of times with a smile on my face.Growing up, I was surrounded by loving family and supportive friends who always encouraged me to chase my dreams and never give up on myself. I may have faced setbacks and challenges along the way, but I always bounced back stronger, armed with the knowledge that there was always a rainbow waiting for me at the end of every storm. As I entered adulthood, I continued to hold onto the magic of life, never losing sight of the beauty and wonder that surrounds us every day. Even as I faced heartbreak and loss, I knew that there was always a silver lining waiting to be discovered, a glimmer of hope that would guide me towards the light. And so, I lived my life with a heart full of gratitude and joy, soaking up every moment and cherishing even the smallest of victories. Each new day was a gift, an opportunity to spread love and kindness wherever I went, knowing that my positive energy could touch the lives of those around me and bring a smile to their faces. And when the time came for me to pass on from this world, I did so with a contented heart, knowing that I had lived a life full of magic and happiness, surrounded by all the rainbows and sunshine that my soul craved. It was a life well-lived, one that I will cherish forever in the great beyond. A sudden ring from my phone snaps me out of my own reverie."Hello?" I answer."Klarrie! You won't believe this!" Mia's voice sounds familiar but makes me roll my eyes upward."Hello, Mia." I replied sarcastically." Blah, blah, blah. Anyways, you've been invited to the Event of all Writers across the country!" Mia's announcement furrows my brows."What?" I ask. "You're finally going to meet other writers!" she squeals with excitement that surpasses my own. I find myself clutching my chest. "Why is my heartbeat racing?" I whispered.

Klarrie's POV I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves, but my excitement just keeps bubbling to the surface. It's like I'm standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to take a leap into the unknown. I'm nervous about what's to come, but at the same time, I can't wait to see what happens next. Every nerve in my body is tingling with anticipation, and I feel like I'm about to burst with excitement. It's a strange mix of emotions- thrilling and nerve-wracking all at once- but somehow, I know it's going to be worth it. So I take another deep breath and plunge ahead, ready to face whatever lies ahead with all the courage and determination I can muster. As a writer, the anticipation had been building up for months. I had been eagerly waiting for this moment, to attend the most awaited event that would bring together writers from all over the country. My excitement was palpable as I packed my bag with my favorite writing tools, my notebook, and pens. The next day after tomorrow is going to be an exciting day for all the writers out there! This upcoming event is approaching and the anticipation is electrifying. You can feel the buzz in the air as writers from all over the country prepare to come together and share their passion for the written word. As a writer and an avid fan of the craft, I consider myself fortunate to have experienced the fantastical excitement leading up to such an event. There is nothing quite like the thrill of connecting with fellow writers who share my passion for storytelling. As the day draws closer, these feelings of mine intensifies, yet I find myself grappling with unfamiliar emotions that I cannot quite label. It's as if a switch has been flipped within me, and I am being pulled in a different direction. Despite this, I take a deep breath, exhaling any negativity that may be weighing on me. Returning to my original excitement and apprehension, I sigh softly with a small smile. There's a sense of camaraderie that comes with being in a room full of like-minded individuals, and it's truly inspiring to see everyone coming together for this special occasion. It's not just about the workshops and panels, or the chance to network and meet new people. It's about the shared love for the craft, the common bond that unites us all as writers. So let's gear up and get ready for an unforgettable experience and make some magical moments with the sparkling minds. I stopped midway when I realized something. "Damn, why did I forget to ask her that thing?!" I hissed. I hurriedly looked for my phone and dialed her number. With just mere rings, she answered. "Kley, hi Bubbles!" She squealed as if she had been waiting for my call. I touched my forehead in frustration. "Mia," I called her seriously. "What?" She said while still laughing. My brows furrowed. "Did you forget to tell me that you were coming too?" I asked hopefully. "Huh? What do you mean I'm coming? To the event?" She asked curiously, but I doubted her sense. "Berryyy!" I exclaimed. "Don't tell me I'm the only one going?!" But Mia just laughed at my question. "I'm not telling it to you then." she quipped teasingly. I slammed my phone on the bed and flopped down on the couch, letting out a dramatic sigh before bouncing back up. My phone blared again and I groaned in exasperation. "What?" I grunted, lacking any pep. "Kley, why are you sulking? It's not like you." she retorted, her tone equally irked. I took a deep breath, attempting to suppress my bubbling emotions because they were all over the place. "Then why would you abandon me to that shindig?!" I yelled furiously. "Ha!" she cackled, and I reached my tipping point. "Laugh one more time, Mia. Just one, and I'll hang up and skip the whole darn thing!" I fumed. "You wouldn't dare." she said, the humor now defunct in her voice. I swallowed the ball lodged in my throat. "No." I murmured. Because I indeed won't skip that big event! Geez! "Leaving me all alone like that is just cruel." I whined, trying to elicit some compassion from her. She gave me a sympathetic sigh. "I have class, you know." she said. "But you could skip it," I pleaded, feeling foolish. Her sigh was heavy with exasperation. "Don't be so dramatic." She admonished. "It's exam week, after all." Her words only served to make me feel more abandoned and helpless. "I hear what you're saying, but why didn't you mention it yesterday?" I questioned, feeling a little frustrated. Despite my disappointment, I tried to hold onto my excitement for the upcoming event, even though I would be attending alone. "Klarrie." she said, trying to get my attention. "I'm trying to be positive." I replied, my voice sounding less than enthusiastic. "Positive is good, but you need to be more than that." she said, her tone filled with encouragement. "Be the Klarrie Clarity who shines like the sun and paints the world with rainbows. You can do it." Her words filled me with a sense of purpose and I felt my enthusiasm return. "Ah, the reigning crown of rainbows and sunshine." she teased, causing me to laugh a little and jokingly roll my eyes. "Okay, okay." I replied with a resigned sigh, realizing that I wasn't going to convince her to come with me. But I couldn't fault her for being a good friend and not wanting to be a bad influence. I understood her perspective. "Thanks." I said with a smile. "I'll make sure to enjoy myself genuinely, not just try. It's been my long-lost dream to meet new people, other writers across the country and make new connections." I said with satisfaction. "That's the Spirit!" Mia exclaimed. "And don't forget, sulking is not in Klarrie's nature. She is determined to achieve her goals and never gives up." Her words were encouraging and filled with optimism. "Thank you so much, Mia," I replied gratefully. "I promise to share good news with you soon, especially about Joh--" "Enough! That's it for now," Mia interrupted frustratedly as I brought some topic to spice up our convo. Hence, Mia is Mia, Sooo... "Let's focus on the present and get to work. See you later, my dear Mi Chica!" "Sounds like a plan," I responded cheerfully. "Goodbye, Mia. Take care!" I sigh as I roamed my eyes inside my room. I am feeling excited to meet the writers across the country, even though I will be attending the event alone. Yep, maybe this what I felt earlier. Being alone in a crowded place. The thought of getting to meet with so many talented writers and hear their stories is exhilarating at the same time I am scared. I can feel the anticipation building up inside me as I think about the inspiring conversations we will have and the new insights into writing that I will gain from the experience, no to negativity! That's it. Just what I said to Mia earlier. I'll enjoy genuinely. Even though I am a bit nervous about attending the event alone, my excitement overrides any apprehension I may have. I can even picture myself walking into the conference hall, meeting new people, and being welcomed with open arms. I know that I will make connections and friendships that will last a lifetime. Rainbows and Sunshine. Rainbows and Sunshine. Rainbows and Sunshine. I am not called and titled to be that kind of woman for just nothing. So rooting for myself to shine! I got this! I do, got this! As I pack my bags and prepare for the trip, I am filled with a sense of adventure and possibility. I can't wait to immerse myself in the world of writing and meet all of the amazing people who share my passion. This is going to be an unforgettable experience, and I am ready to embrace it with open arms.

Klarrie's POV As I step inside the busy airport, my heart starts to pound with excitement and nervousness all at once. I've never been on an airplane before, and the uncertainty of what to expect is overwhelming. Walking towards the gate, I can feel my palms getting sweaty and my stomach churning with anticipation. The sound of announcements and the constant chatter of people around me make my head spin. But deep down, I know that this experience is going to be one of a kind, and it makes me even more eager to board the plane. As I now take my seat and secure my seatbelt, I feel the adrenaline rush through my veins. My eyes widen as the plane begins to move, picking up speed until it finally lifts off the ground. Looking out the window at the vast expanse of clouds beneath me, I feel a mixture of awe and fear. Despite my nervousness, I can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration as the plane soars higher and higher into the sky. As I glance around at the other passengers, I can see that I'm not the only one with mixed emotions. But the feeling of being on an adventure, exploring new places, and experiencing different cultures is just too hard to resist. In the end, the excitement of starting a new journey takes over the fear, and I look forward to every new travel experience that awaits me. Stepping out of the airport, I take in a deep breath of the unfamiliar air and look around at my surroundings. Everything seems so new and different from what I'm used to. I clutch at the piece of paper with the address of my destination tightly in my hand, anxious about how I'm going to get there. I wave down a taxi and climb into the backseat, feeling a little nervous about navigating through this unknown place. I show the driver the address and he nods, assuring me that he knows where it is. As we drive through the city, I try to take in as much of the scenery as I can. The tall buildings, bustling streets, and colorful storefronts all seem so different from what I'm used to. The driver chatters away, asking me questions about where I'm from and why I'm here, but his friendly demeanor puts me at ease. We finally arrived at my destination, and I thanked the driver for his help. "Thank you for your kindness, good sir." I said with a smile. He smiled too, and waved his hand on me, bidding a warm goodbye. Stepping out of the taxi and take a look around, I feel excited for all the new experiences and adventures that await me in this unfamiliar place. Eyeing the tall building in front of me, this will be the beginning of everything I aimed and dreamed for. With a smile, I walk through the hotel I am staying at for a while at this event. Excitements still awaits and lingered me nonstop, at the same time. Some unfamiliar feeling seeking some attention inside of me. "Good morning! Welcome to Royale Hotel!" Greeted by these nice people. I smiled. "Writer's Event, please." I said. Respectfully asking them to guide me where to go. "May I see your invitation, Madame?" An attendant asked me politely that made me handle my invitation. "Ms. Clarity." She called- more than a whisper. My brows knotted, if my name rang some bell to her head, because if you'll ask me, she's so new in my eyes. "I'll surely have her autograph later." Her little squeals made me felt relieved. She looked at me with a wide smile. "This way, Madame." She said, guiding me somewhere. "Clarity will do." I commented but she bustled with more squeals and giggles. "Enjoy your stay here, Miss Clarity!" She cheered and made me smile. I walk into the grand hall and take in the stunning sight before me. The room is filled with writers from all over the country, chatting and mingling with one another. The air is abuzz with excitement and anticipation for the upcoming event. As I make my way through the crowd, I am struck by the beauty of the space. The high ceilings are adorned with intricate chandeliers that cast a warm and welcoming glow over the room. The walls are lined with bookshelves filled with an array of literary classics and contemporary works. In the center of the room, there is a large stage, adorned with a beautiful floral arrangement. As I take my seat, I can feel the energy in the room building, and I know that something truly special is about to happen. For years, I've dreamed of attending this event, of meeting like-minded individuals and learning from the masters of the craft. And now, finally, I'm here, present and alive in this very moment. Suddenly, the lights dim and the room falls silent. A hush falls over the crowd as the first writer takes the stage. The words are powerful and moving, and I can feel the emotion in the room building as the crowd hangs on their every word. "Come one, come all! Step right up and gather 'round!" A booming voice from the stage grabbed everyone's attention as the light came in. My eyes lit up as I recognized Ms. Nightcracker, holding her own book in front of us. "We've gathered the finest wordsmiths from near and far for this grand event- a chance to mingle, share perspectives, and celebrate writing." Her opening words held us captivated, and we all shared a jovial chuckle at the mention of some attendees coming from far-flung corners of the country. As someone who had traveled quite a distance myself, I knew just how significant this gathering was, and I cherished every moment of it. Writing became my passion when I lost some interest in art, I used to be an artist, painting was my passion- 'til it was lost because the one who mentored and taught me to be one with colors passed away. Until all of my work became dull and unknown, it felt like the colors were slowly fading away from my world. Coping with this loss was difficult, and I found myself wondering why I was becoming someone I didn't recognize. I became a prisoner of my own darkness, holding back my ability to control the colors of life. However, something within me compelled me to keep living and creating color. Not with paints and crayons, but with words. That's when I knew that writing was calling me to express everything I had inside. The precise words I wrote brought color back to my life, and I discovered a kind of magic that miraculously saved me from my drowning miseries. I embrace this reality, which has allowed me to redirect my miseries towards my own serenity. Writing has given me the freedom to express myself and the motivation to keep going. Among all the genres, Fantasy is the one I am most fond of. Through writing, I have become the person I wanted to be, despite what others may think or say about my life. I have created my own reality full of joy and happiness, and I have used the magic and spells of words to mend my broken feelings and make them whole again. Some may call me crazy, saying that this is not how life should be lived. Little did they know that I am actually living a real life, in reality. It's like how one can embrace a rose with lots of thorns- it's because I am creating something magical out of pain. There is serenity amidst all the miseries if we believe that we are the rulers of our own lives, not the pain that takes everything away from us. "So, here's the main part..." I get back from my own thoughts because of this. "Let us meet one writer today, and be friend with!" Ms. Nightcracker excitedly cheered as she was now being guide by her boyfriend. Yeah, I know that, that man is her boyfriend. Eyes, just can't lie. I looked around, and just like bubbles... everyone vanished in front of me. Not literally, but they already have and meet one another. I sigh. Suddenly, a chilling voice jolted me out of my reverie. "If I were you, I wouldn't leave this place without getting to know someone." She said, and I am hundred percent that she's a she. As I turned to face her, my world came to a sudden stop, as if everything had been put on pause. I found myself captivated by her tantalizing and hypnotizing eyes. "I am known as Unspokenwords," she said, her voice sending chills down my spine. It was cold yet gentle and soft, like a melody from a lullaby. "And you're Serendipity, the woman of Rainbows and Sunshine," she added, bringing me back to my senses. I looked at her, dumbfounded as I pointed to myself. "You know me?" I asked, confused. She simply shrugged. "Who wouldn't? I mean, you write stories that go beyond reality," she said nonchalantly, as if my surprise meant nothing to her. I raised an eyebrow at her statement. "And what do you write about?" I asked. "Nothing much, just the pure pain and cold reality of life." She replied nonchalantly, as if the weight of those words meant nothing to her. "Ah, I see. Tragic," I commented, noticing a flicker of emotion in her eyes that quickly vanished. "Anyways, I happen to have a book of mine with me. Would you like to take a look?" She didn't respond immediately, but a small smile appeared on her face before she spoke in a calm and composed manner. "Certainly." She said. I felt a surge of excitement as I handed her my book. "Excellent! I can't wait for you to read it!" I exclaimed with enthusiasm. However, she seemed uninterested and suggested we grab some refreshments instead, with a small smile on her face she asked me. "Want to grab some food and drink?" I just looked her dumbfounded, confused and hazed. "Come on, I know some better and quiet place." She added as she realized I am I was taken aback and rendered speechless by her sudden change in demeanor. Could I have misinterpreted the meaning behind her earlier gaze? There was a glimmer of recognition in her expression that I found familiar. I tried to dismiss all the thoughts that were swirling around in my mind, but I couldn't ignore the feeling in my heart. It was odd, my heart was beating abnormally. This was beyond reality. What could be the possibility that my heart was racing at the sight of her smile? Her smile wasn't even that big, yet it struck a chord deep within me. I was doomed. This was out of my control. What the heck was happening? I couldn't believe how I was feeling. But for now, I shook my head and focused on what's happening, I just wanted to treasure this moment, to be in the presence of someone hidden from the name Unspoken words and to feel the beating of my heart. That was so new to me.