“The Weight of the Keys”Being boss, it’s all fun and games—until someone hands you the keys.You hold them in your palm. Cold. Heavy. Not made for comfort.That’s when the laughter stops. That’s when you realize: you are now responsible for rooms you didn’t build, debts you didn’t make, and ghosts you didn’t summon.And you’re wear

The Storm Came Without AskingThe thing about storms is—they never ask permission.They don’t knock. They arrive. Sudden. Unforgiving.You might catch the sky darkening, but by then, it’s already too late.The wind’s tearing at the door, and it doesn’t care if you're ready.Doesn’t care if you just set your life in order,or if your hands are