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Анна Тургенева
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Antares

Antares is a massive, fiery star that carries the power to destroy the old world for the sake of an inevitable rebirth from the ashes, just like a Phoenix. When this energy awakens within you, it becomes impossible to resist. It forces you to burn bridges and stubbornly create your own universe. It is under this very name that I am writing my memoirs.Most people live a life completely different from the one they once secretly dreamed of. They silently settle for less: meekly enduring nitpicking, swallowing grievances for years, and extinguishing their inner light for the sake of a hated job. They resign themselves to a perpetual lack of money, a dull routine, and even the flaws in their own appearance, burying their childhood dreams alive in this daily pretense.But a completely different spirit has always raged inside me since childhood—a fierce disagreement with this bland reality. My heart refused to play by anyone else's rules. It was this Power of Disagreement that awakened a proud Lioness inside me, the one who flatly refused to sit in a cage of compromises. My inner creator spread its wings, broke through the forced plot, and drew me across the oceans. This force paved my way through a round-the-world voyage and forced space to bend, allowing me to travel half the world, create a fairy tale in reality, and reach for the actual stars.My faith in the magic of the frame began at the age of two, when it seemed to me as if a man from the television screen was speaking to me personally. Of course, it was just a fleeting childhood illusion, but for my impressionable nature, it became so tangible and powerful that I ran to my parents at full speed to announce: "The man on the screen just told me something!"I grew up with a deep understanding that this world is capable of speaking to me directly through the screen, dreams, and books. My imagination knew no bounds: I loved reading specifically those books that had been adapted into films, and my own dreams felt like episodes of some thrilling series, serving as intuitive guidance.

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