Category: Creative Process
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My Faceless Muse: Echoes of Creation #WriteAPageADay #1140
My muse has no face, no form, no single voice—it hums in the dark, whispers in riddles, and carves meaning into the marrow of my bones. Whether it arrives as a storm, a shadow, or a flicker of light, it is relentless, insatiable, and always just beyond reach.
