About Me
The Weavers of dreams —
threads entwined, patterns formed,
each rule a silent rhythm,
each surface a canvas awaiting form.
There was a time when the fabric tore,
shadows pulling at the seams, leaving only silence.
Yet even in that stillness, we discovered the weight of emptiness —
and with it, the importance of resisting it.
Now, we gather the fragments.
We stitch them into spaces where people can wander,
into worlds that hum with quiet connections,
into games that are not only played,
but felt, remembered, and lived.
