Dear Muskan,

Another sleepless night. Well, does having less sleep than the desired count as sleepless? I mean, technically, it does complete the wording logic of "sleep-less".

No? Ah, well.

I still wrote a blog though. Sleepy as fuck I might've been.. work is work. It was about the world's largest trees. Well, more like a travel guide to the redwoods national park in California which is the home to those trees.

Did you know that the tallest tree on the planet is 115.7 meters tall??

I kid you not, it's true!

I can't even begin to imagine the scale.. then there is the Avenue of the giants, a road that goes through the forest.

Just imagine for a moment with me okay?

Imagine yourself sitting passenger side in the open roof car, your hair a mess, dancing along with the playful wind, some old classic is playing on the radio, which you'd have usually loved to listen to but here you turn it down the instant you enter the Avenue of the Giants, unconsciously.

Somehow, your subconscious knows that it would be disrespectful.

The melody of nature is music enough for the right pair of ears anyway.

You sit stunned, mouth agape, looking up, and up and up in a bid to find the canopy, only to see the slumbering giants holding up the sky.

It's just trees. You may say. It's just wood, just nature. You may try to convince yourself.

But the ethereal magnificence of the moment tells you otherwise. For here lay the trail through the old world. The tallest trees in the world, some ancient enough to be dating back to 2000 years ago.

I would love to be able to go there once in my life.

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The day, or what was left of it after working tirelessly for hours, went by in a blink, in daydreams of hiking through the ancient forest.

If I were to be reborn in a different dimension with the fantasy genre, with my memories intact from this life, which species would I be I wonder? If it's the cliche setting, then there'd be elves, both kind, i.e. the tree huggers who usually have veganism plus all hail the trees kind of thing going on, and then there are dark elves, who are dark? I don't really know what there deal it to be honest. They are.. the cool cousins among their kind, I guess?

I could be a dwarf? The often drunk yet stupidly sturdy assholes with amazing craftsmanship and a secretly kind heart.

Perhaps a demon? No. Not a demon. They tend to die in hordes as soon as some Hero spawns along.

Or just human? But like in a noble family, with lots of money, beautiful maids, lots of books, and course, as a student of the magic academy. I mean, there has to be a magic academy. What's the point of a magic world if it doesn't have a magic academy??

Or maybe, I could be the hero.. the rags to riches story of a guy with a tragic backstory and a glowing sword.....

Nope. Just nope. I ain't gonna be a hero. Heroes tend to die too. To make the story more interesting? Or perhaps to let the next generation of heroes spawn along, in a bid to take vengeance against the demons?

So heroes suck. Demons suck twice. But what about... a merchant?

Everybody needs a merchant. Even the royal demons must need toilet paper to wipe their royal asses right?

As long as you can fake a smile for work... Which I have to do on daily basis to get through the day at the office.. so yeah.

The merchant seems right. But.. you know, a traveling merchant. Who is an orphan, with his parents killed(supposedly) when he was like 2 or 3? His sizeable inheritance lets him get by fine enough. Also, a talented ex-student of the prestigious national magic academy. Expelled, for beating the shit out of a noble's brat, who happened to be the best at magic among students(formerly), on the magical dueling arena. The noble brat arranges for our lead's inheritance frozen and cat killed in retaliation. Which in turn would have led our main lead to transform into John Wick and go on a killing spree. If not for being told not to make matters worse by his on and off love interest, who in turn has a crush over the noble brat.

And now this young, handsome merchant of a small business of enchanted items on a moving caravan. Who is usually seen either brooding or reading a book? But is secretly a talented battle mage. Because you have to be a battle mage. I mean if you're going to learn magic. It might as well be battle magic right?

Wait...

Wait a minute.

Tragic backstory? Check.

Magically talented? Check.

Mysterious past? Double-check.

Did I.. just make my parallel self the perfect hero candidate??

God damnit!

Tuesdays are weird.