So we are writing a novel. A graphic novel. We are writing the words on paper as we see the pictures in our imagination. The graphics will come later. After the words settle. And rather than hiding this novel away. Secretly writing it for as long it takes to one day reveal its final form. We have decided to share its magical journey along the way. We invite you to be our alchemical audience.

The tips of her toes leave the surface of the water. The last of her body to feel the air. As she submerges into the water. Diving into the darkness. Her feet gracefully slide from air to water with barely a splash. Her eyes close as she begins the descent. She automatically pushes her arms in front of her to carve through the body of water she has found herself in. To propel herself deeper.

Somewhere in the universe, at the same time as you are reading this, a young boy stares at the cocoon of a butterfly. Looking closely, he notices a small opening at the end of the cocoon. The butterfly inside is moving in time to every exhale and inhale the young boy makes. A dance of nature.