August twenty-eighth, two-thousand-ten

Minos has a new layout.

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This is the place I've created to host my original works. I think they needed a special place, which is something I've been meaning to do for a while already, and well, I guess now it's the time to do it.

The labyrinth in Crete was created to hide the minotaur from the eyes of the world. I'd rather think it was created to protect that which was most precious, the gift a god had given a nation. A being so powerful, that king Minos himself was afraid of him and by biding the minotaur to his will, he proved his power to the world. That original minotaur was called Asterion.

Minos, is the name of the Cretan King, father of Ariadne, the princess of the Island. Minos also means "Belonging to the Moon" and it's the name I've given to this place which has unintentionally become my personal labyrinth. This is where I'll keep record of the steps I'm giving in order to become a better writer.

This then, belongs to the Moon. It'll change and mutate just like She does; like I myself do, for I'm also called Moon by precious friends. It was black, red, and white until recently and had the minotaur as its guide. Today, Ariadne, the princess whose name I've taken and use to write for years, the mistress of the moon, the underworld and the labyrinth, is the one who takes over and allows me to use her thread to continue writing.