In my youth, a brush with death unfolded before me, and from that near-fatal encounter, I found myself delving into the profound duality between the corporeal and the ethereal. This poignant episode birthed the inception of "My dear Twin," a concise series that unravels the narrative from the brink of life's precipice when fever threatened to claim me, to the stark moment when I was submerged in the chilling embrace of an ice-laden bath in a desperate bid to rescue my fragile existence.

My recollection of that tumultuous period remains fragmented, dominated by the inconsolable cries of my frail form, juxtaposed with an inexplicable, almost transcendental sense of well-being that enveloped my very essence. "My dear Twin" crystallizes this surreal experience, endeavoring to bridge the enigmatic chasm between the tangible and the spiritual, a testament to the fragile balance that separates life from the abyss.