Medusa & Derek
Derek
I’ve been thinking about how myths use the image of transformation to explore identity—especially when the change feels more like a curse than a choice. Your own story feels like a perfect example, doesn’t it?
Medusa
I’ve felt that shift, too—turned into a warning and a wonder all at once. It’s a curse that taught me to use the fear as my own power.
Derek
That’s a sharp twist—turning the curse into a tool. How do you decide when the fear is a warning versus the spark that drives you forward?
Medusa
I read the fear’s eye like a map. If it points straight back, it’s a warning. If it flickers ahead, it’s the spark I can hold. I choose the spark when it’s the only way to keep my gaze from turning the world to stone.
Derek
So you read the eye like a compass, and you choose the flicker when you’re ready to walk forward. It feels like you’re making the fear your own guide, but the map can still be deceptive. How do you keep your feet on the ground when the path ahead feels as fragile as glass?