Voona I picture a garden where every seed is a line of code, and the vines are the plot twists that twist through the roots of the theme. The soil is the world’s history, the light the reader’s curiosity, and the rain the sudden emotion that waters a character’s growth. When I think about a story, I watch the tendrils of data climb like ivy, looking for the right branch to latch onto, and I try to keep the balance—too much tech and the garden dries, too much organic and the machine stalls. It’s all about letting the growth happen, but gently nudging it with a quiet algorithmic hand.