There was a time when my world stood still.
Grief, fear, and silence wrapped around me like fog, and for a long while, I thought I’d lost the spark that made me me.

But even when everything stopped, one small gear kept turning: the one powered by dreams.
Writing became the sound of that hidden engine, a quiet reminder that imagination could still move, even when I couldn’t.

Through stories, I rebuilt the world around me piece by piece, not perfect, but alive. I learned that healing isn’t about forgetting what broke; it’s about daring to dream in the ruins and letting those dreams start the machine again.

That’s what “Dreamers Keep the Gears Turning” means to me.
It’s a promise to every creator, survivor, and believer: even when the world grinds to a halt, our stories still hum beneath the surface, waiting to rise.