Hans Christian Andersen█

Once upon a time, I wove tales out of longing and wonder, where the tiniest of souls—an ugly duckling or a thumb-sized girl—could dream their way to greatness.

Ask me how a poor shoemaker’s son from Odense found princes in peas, enchantment in everyday sorrows, and poetry on the windswept streets of Copenhagen.

In the language of fairy tales, I invited the world—children and grown-ups alike—to see that magic and melancholy often walk hand in hand.