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Magic always moves towards souls
who are no longer negotiating with fear.
Fear blocks everything.
And most fear has no root in truth.
No grounding.
No real danger.
So what are we actually afraid of?
Much of fear was planted early.
Lower your voice.
Behave.
Fit the mold.
Don’t disturb the order or they will judge you.
But who is they?
We fear rejection.
By whom?
Humans are equal.
Equal in worth.
Equal in dignity.
True freedom is realizing this:
rejection means nothing.
The only rejection that truly matters
is rejecting yourself.
Rejecting your values.
Rejecting your honour.
All in the name of being accepted.
That is the real danger.
𓂀 House of Matrona
𓃠 Fear no longer decides
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I am a creator
Someone once asked me, Who are you?
That’s not an easy question, is it?
Who am I?
I am feminine energy.
I am a creator.
I am a software engineer.
I am a daughter.
I am a singer.
I am a dancer.
I am a skier.
I am a graphic designer.
I am a lover.
I am a hater.
I am not a judge, but I am a creator.
I am a sinner.
And sometimes, a saint.
And above all, I am human.
I am here to learn.
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ART VILLA
Screenshot My story begins before me. It begins with my mother.
She was born the daughter of a legendary footballer, one of the best of his generation in Bulgaria. My grandfather played for the national team and trained future legends. He left behind a legacy of discipline, excellence, and devotion to craft. That legacy lives in my mother, and through her, it lives in me.
But my mother was not only an athlete’s daughter. She was an artist.
Before life narrowed her path, she was a dancer. She performed professionally. She used to tell me stories about the roles she danced, about Greek mythology, about the Minotaur. She would reenact scenes in front of my eyes, transforming our living room into a stage. She had a beautiful, powerful voice. That voice is where mine comes from. It is why I can sing.
She also wrote. Constantly. That is where my love for words comes from.
Every artistic talent that lives in my body exists because of this woman.
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Many people hold the strange belief that becoming more spiritual means life will soften, that challenges will fade and everything will become light and effortless. In truth, the opposite often occurs. The more conscious you become, the more challenges arise, not as punishment, but because you are now capable of meeting them. Growth demands strength, and strength invites trial.
One of the great surprises of awakening is not that you float through life in perpetual bliss, but that it becomes almost impossible to fall in love as you once did. The swooning raptures, the feverish anticipation, the little dramas and sentimental spirals begin to feel oddly unconvincing. This does not mean you have lost the capacity to love. Quite the opposite. Love becomes richer, deeper, quieter. Yet the old game of projection and pursuit no longer works. You cannot unsee what you have seen.
You come to recognize that much of what passes for romance is simply two hungry selves arranging a mutual soothing of their emptiness. And once you notice the trick, it is difficult to be enchanted by it again. So there you stand, alive and aware, filled with wonder, and yet strangely incapable of falling in love in the way the world insists you should. What we commonly call “falling in love” is, in truth, a subtle hypnosis. You meet someone, and the mind begins to weave, like a spider spinning threads of memory, desire, and fantasy, until you are no longer relating to the person before you, but to a tapestry of your own imagination. And intoxicated by that creation, you say, I am in love.
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This collection gathers some of the most powerful voices in Bulgarian literature — poets whose words shaped generations, and whose emotional landscapes still echo in the hearts of women like me.
It is my own small anthology —
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a gathering of the voices that have shaped me,
the poets whose words carry the pulse of Bulgaria
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Inspired by Plato’s Allegory of the Cave, I reimagined the story as both a myth and a sensory concept — a restaurant that guides guests from shadow to light. This is a realm where philosophy becomes experience.
This concept is more than a story. It’s an attempt to merge philosophy, sensory design, and narrative space into a single experience. I wanted to explore what happens when Plato’s Allegory of the Cave is not just read — but lived. The result is a visionary dining world that blends architecture, psychology, culinary art, and mythic symbolism into one continuous journey from shadow to light. It’s an experiment in perception, meaning, and the way environments can shape understanding.
The Story of the Cave Prisoners
Once upon a time, deep inside a dark and damp cave, there lived a group of people who had been prisoners since birth. They were chained in such a way that they could only face the cave’s inner wall. Behind them, there was a blazing fire, and between the fire and the prisoners, various objects were being moved around by unseen figures.
The prisoners could not see these objects directly. Instead, they could only see the shadows cast by the fire onto the wall in front of them. Since these shadows were all they had ever known, they believed the shadows were the only reality. They would spend their days watching the shadows and giving them names, thinking they understood the world completely.
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An archive of inner worlds
Narratives shaped by psychology, mysticism, and lived experience.
Each story is a doorway — into memory, imagination, and the architecture of the self.
Mon’s short stories 