The moon has always been my witness.

It’s watched me from Galicia, where I spent my childhood riding my horse through endless green, dreaming of stories bigger than my hometown. And it followed me to Madrid, where I traded open fields for city lights to chase the career I always knew I wanted.

It’s seen me as an 8-year-old watching Blood Diamond instead of cartoons, already questioning the world, the good, the bad, and everything in between.

It knows that I learned English not in a classroom, but by watching way too many Justin Bieber interviews.

That every one of the 30+ countries I’ve traveled to has left something with me—whether it was a lesson, a perspective, or just a really great meal.

The moon has been there to see me go through all of my early-twenties existential crises (yes, I know).

It’s also seen me fail at keeping my wild dog under control. Because, as it turns out, no number of books or YouTube tutorials can prepare you for the absolute chaos of being a dog mom.

It’s witnessed every late-night deep dive into cinema, storytelling, and the kind of words that make people feel. And trust me, if there’s one thing I do, it’s feel every bit of it.

By day, I blend words and visuals to shape stories that (hopefully) leave an impact. By night, I cry over a 10-second TikTok and think—yep, that’s exactly what social media is meant to do.

And that pretty much sums up the type of person that I am.