🌍✨ The Artificer of Magic & the Path-walker of Wild Imaginations ✨🌍

Once upon a sun drenched time, I—Amelia Morgan Kensington—was a architect, and simply drew lines that did not breathe. Until the universe decided to intervene. A solo trip to the Himalayas cracked me open like a geodesical dome unravelling, and exploded a crystalline truth: I was to design and build more than buildings. I make experiences

🔥 The Moment of Birth

3:33AM in a bamboo hut in Bali. Air filled with frangipani and incense, and the moon cast shadows that whispered to me. I had previously spent years facading perfect drawings, but that night, I discovered that my soul was the true architectural visualist, designing not space but the way light moved through it, or the energy that filled it. I exchanged my blueprints for ley lines.

Now I search for the sublime, what it looks like when a waffle stoop marries a spiral in Barcelona recording the ouroboros in motion, or the thick neon haze forever at midnight in Tokyo feels like a cemetery in cyberpunk heaven - sacrosanct in good anticipation. My work? A story of sacred geometry, with wanderlust romanticism where the arcs are doors to another soul. 🌀

🌌 The Alchemy of Travel & Design

I do not only visit places. I merge with places. The desert dunes in Morocco taught me about nomadic fluid dynamics. The mossy temples of Kyoto taught me decay and patience, and yeah, there was that moment in Marrakech with the rooftop, the stray cat and sketchbook with too many visions of the gone and not gone that I don't want to see again. (Ask about it over tequila).

💫 Why Follow Me?

Because I will show you how to see the world -really see it. Not just the tourist scene, but as a seeker. Each post is a love letter to the places that broke me and cities that stitched me, to the moments when the veil between worlds felt thin enough to rip.

You will leave here different. Or not. But the door will always be open. 🚪✨