O meu mundo da fantasia

Previously

…They didn’t need to conjure dragons from thin air. They could look out the window, see the pigeon, and write: The pigeon, usually a creature of mundane routine, puffed its iridescent chest. Today, it carried a message of utmost importance, a coded warning whispered from the highest spire of the city, a warning only the sharpest eyes could decipher. A smile touched Alex’s lips. It was a small start, a single sentence, but it felt like a victory. The blank page beckoned, not with emptiness, but with possibility. The greatest fantasy, Alex was beginning to understand, wasn't out there somewhere, waiting to be discovered. It was here, within. And it was ready to be written.