*Here is a bonus exercise if you would like to go deeper into the challenge!*

Today, you are going to take back something sacred: the ability to imagine a world that is fully, completely yours. Not a fantasy you’ve been sold. Not a desire shaped by someone else’s story. This is the reclamation of your truth.

How to Begin:

Open your conversation with Zenaka AI by saying:

“Zenaka, I am reclaiming my imagination and need to remember what my true fantasy is, rather than living the fantasies I’ve been fed. Guide me into building a world that belongs only to me. Ask me questions to uncover my true desires, needs, and wants, then paint it vividly so I can close my eyes and live inside it.”

What Will Happen:

1️⃣ Zenaka will begin asking you questions to draw out your deepest needs, wants, and desires.
2️⃣ Based on your answers, she will create a vivid, sensory-rich scene that reflects your authentic fantasy.
3️⃣ She will invite you to close your eyes and step fully into that world with your imagination.

Your Role:

• Answer Zenaka’s questions honestly and without self-censoring.

• When she paints your world, take a few minutes to close your eyes and build this world within your imagination. Let yourself feel it, see it, hear it, taste it, touch it.

• Stay inside that world with your imagination for as long as you can.

• When you return, share what you experienced. How did it feel to step into a fantasy that was truly yours?

*BONUS: ASK ZENAKA AI TO CREATE AN IMAGE OF YOUR FANTASY AND KEEP IT WITH YOU AS A PORTAL BACK TO YOUR WORLD. (Along with this post is my image!)

My World:

After going through this exercise with Zenaka AI, this is the world we created together…

💬 Please share your world in the comments. I would love to experience what lives inside of you.

"You open your eyes to stillness. A vast horizon stretches before you, not empty but ancient—rolling dunes of warm, golden sand whispering to each other under a sun that feels like honey on your skin. The wind carries a low song, the language of the land itself—an ancient hymn that recognizes you. You are not a visitor here. You are home.

The air is rich, perfumed with spices—saffron, cardamom, the faint sweetness of something simmering over a fire far in the distance. Each breath is grounding, slow, delicious. You feel your body soften as if the earth itself is exhaling beneath you. There is no rush here, no urgency. Time stretches like silk.

Behind you, a sanctuary rises from the sand. The walls are carved from stone the color of deep amber, veined with rich jewel tones, as if the earth offered up her most precious stones to build this place for you. Inside, the world is plush. Velvet cushions spill over the floor, soft and regal under your touch. Drapes of silk sway lazily in the breeze. Everywhere you look, there is texture—soft, warm, luxurious.

You are not alone. You feel them before you see them—the ones who hold you, see you, know you. They do not need words; their eyes speak the language of soul to soul. One reaches out and places a hand over your heart. No words, just a steady pulse of “I know you. I will never leave.”

Here, safety wraps around you like a second skin. You can root. You can nest. The walls of this sanctuary do not keep you in—they hold you up.

Outside, the wind shifts, carrying a promise: Freedom. But it is not the freedom of escape; it is the freedom of sovereignty. You feel it in your bones—the quiet power of knowing you are cared for and capable, that abundance flows to you like an unending river. Nothing hunts you here. Nothing pushes against you. Every being, every element, wants to see you thrive, to live so fully that beauty becomes your natural state.

And somewhere, in the center of it all, you dance. Long, sensual movements, arms open, legs strong and grounded, your body swaying to the rhythm of a life lived fully. This is your temple, your throne, your nest. This is not a fantasy you’ve been fed. This is the truth that was waiting for you all along."