Writing for Me = The Citadel

Hey Anomalies!

I had a video I wanted to post, but unfortunately, it was too large to upload. I’ll have to figure that out because it’s about a pink pencil and a certain Valentine-born elementary school kid. I wonder who that could be?

Anywho, as I said in my last post, changes are underway. Regarding said changes, I started writing again. Not just Storm Myth stuff but stories for me. Dreams and adventures. I used AI (don’t hate, lol) to create a dream world. Essentially, it is my dream house called the Citadel. Now I’ve realized that the whole world is called the Citadel.

There’s a world and a house — well, actually the house is more like a compound. It is a one-story, vast retreat with rooms that are designed for specific reasons. I know it might sound crazy, but essentially, it’s building one’s dream house while imagining that there are no realistic limitations. For example, the living room is called the Heart Room. In this Heart Room, there is a giant ancestral tree in the middle, and the room feels like my mother’s hug. Every emotion is welcome here. There’s a large window that faces the horizon — this view reminds you that you are not trapped, not small, and your life is allowed to expand. In this room are blankets, velvet sofas, nooks, and reading alcoves. After you leave this room, you should feel regenerated in whatever way you need to be.

Other rooms in this house include the Music Room, Writing Room, and the Storm Constellation Chamber, which essentially is a room with the whole Storm lineage depicted on the walls, floor, and ceiling. When you step in here, you feel like you’re among an actual constellation with all of our elements notated and abilities mapped out. There’s also a Jacuzzi of Belonging that fits a bunch of people because, come on, jacuzzis fit like two people, and it gets real uncomfortable.

There’s much more. I think I built the Citadel for several reasons. One of them is because I don’t have a childhood home. We had one, but my dad sold it, and now it’s renovated and looks nothing like the house we grew up in. Home for us (my siblings) is a person… my mom. She is the one who reminds us where we come from, where we’ve been — she has the pictures, the stories, the memories, and lives in our hometown.

So the idea of building this mythical house and dreaming of the possibility that one day maybe some elements of it could translate into a real-life manifestation excites me. I’d like to think that Prince dreamed of Paisley Park before building it, and Michael Jackson built Neverland based on a dream house he envisioned for himself and his kids.

As for the other stories I’ve been writing, in the Citadel, there are characters who live there. Maybe one day, I’ll feel comfortable enough to share more about them. You know, I questioned my sanity for a moment and asked AI if I was mental because I dwell in multiple realms — multidimensional. AI was like, “How was the world of Harry Potter built? How was Tolkien’s Lord of The Rings imagined?” Creators of worlds have to live there before they can translate them into stories and literature. So essentially, I’m way more normal than I thought. 🤣🤣🤣

Ain’t that a bitch?

I’d love to hear your thoughts on the Citadel, your own dream worlds, or even how you approach building something creative. What would your dream house or space look like if there were no limitations? Share with me in the comments or message me — let’s explore these worlds together!

—Storm Phoenix