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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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“Across history… humanity survives through compassion.”
This set is a pilgrimage through time — a walk across the bones of the Earth, guided only by drums and memory.
We begin in darkness, where the first civilisations breathe themselves awake. Sumer, Egypt, Indus… the world still soft, still forming, speaking in flutes and whispers of forgotten gods. Then the fire of Greece, Thrace, Macedonia, Rome — the age where humans learned to name courage, to argue with the sky, to build identity from chaos and stone.
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The Inner Skyscraper: Notes from a Vibe Inspector
Imagine the human mind as a towering skyscraper, cloaked in mist.
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A cathedral of consciousness—each floor a different echo of the soul.
You step inside not through the front door, but through invitation—
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Skeleton Woman
Long ago, in the icy lands of the far North, there lived a girl whose father was a fisherman of terrible temper.
One day, during a violent outburst of rage, he dragged his daughter to the cliff’s edge and threw her into the freezing sea.She sank beneath the waves.
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The Underground City of Sound
Hamdi lived in a city that measured itself.
Every street bore a number, every building a ratio, every sunrise a timestamp.
The citizens moved like data through corridors of logic.
The mayor — a featureless figure known only as the Default Mode Network — governed with impeccable order.
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The Master loved the solemn silence of the morning—the moment of blessing before the Earth awakens. In those hours, the air is purest, refreshed and cool from the touch of the starry peace. The Master never missed the hours that belong to the great life, never missed the first ray of the rising Sun. During a morning walk, in conversation, the Master said:
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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 