pillar man 2.0

To my dear readers,

I am writing to you, not without a heavy heart, but with the sincerity of someone who recognizes his own limits in the journey of creation. Like a craftsman who molds clay and realizes that his hands still lack the mastery necessary to forge the perfect work, I find myself faced with the challenge of transmuting into words the vastness of the book that I have conceived in my mind.

What I desire is not a mere pile of letters, but a work that resonates in your souls, that elevates your spirit and that dignifies the craft of storytelling. However, the intricate fabric of this plot, from whose depths emerge themes of great complexity and nuances that require unique dexterity, surpasses the skills that I currently possess.

Therefore, I humbly confess to you: I will step aside, for now, from this endeavor. Not, however, to abandon the vision that once blossomed within me, but to hone myself as a writer, like an apprentice who devotes himself to lesser tasks before tackling the great works of his craft. I will create a book of simplicity more in keeping with my current state, in which I can hone my pen and my thought.

When time has forged in me the skill that I now lack, I will return to this great ambition, armed no longer with hesitation, but with confidence and mastery. And thus, I hope, I will finally be able to offer you the book that you deserve, full of meaning and beauty, and that corresponds to the grandeur that inhabits my daydreams.

I thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for having accompanied me thus far and for your patience and benevolence in enduring the stumbling steps of my journey. I ask you to stay with me on this path, which, although long and winding, will lead me, with the help of time and effort, to the destination that we all long for.

Your humble servant in letters, signed: immoral monarch