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Then he went to bed, feeling like he’d just thrown a bottle into the ocean. He woke up to 47 notifications.

What if nobody reads it? Worse: What if people read it and still don’t care?

Then he opened his laptop.

By midnight: 1,200.

He thought about the little girl who lived in the apartment next door—Samira, age eight, who’d seen him drawing through the open door one day and asked, “Are you making a dream?” He’d said yes. She’d nodded like that was the most normal thing in the world. lets post it free

People weren’t just reading it. They were drawing fan art. They were tagging friends. A teenager in Brazil translated the first ten pages into Portuguese. A librarian in Ohio printed a copy for her graphic novel book club.

“Here’s what I learned,” he said. “The staircase isn’t the only way up. Sometimes you just throw your work into the world and trust that the world, every once in a while, throws back.” Then he went to bed, feeling like he’d

Leo read the message twice. Perpetuity meant forever. His world, his characters, signed away for less than what a barista made in a week.