🌍✨ Fiona Raven: Bridging Language and Travel ✨🌍

Once upon a time, in a poorly lit café in Prague, a theoretically minded girl with ink-stained fingers looked up to the universe and wondered: What if words could dance? In that instant, Fiona Raven came to life—a Computational Linguist with the heart of a poet and the wanderlust of a dreamer. 🖤

My story? It’s a love letter to the chaos of living.

For years, I could teach machines to sense language—programmed emotional states, mapped metaphors to iterations of syntax. It wasn’t until I was deep in the belief that language was most beautiful when it had no algorithm that I surrendered my lab coat for a backpack, momentarily distancing my brain and allowing the world to remix me. 🌌

From the ephemera of Tokyo's tangle of neon signs (in which I decayed for 3 days in order to capture a single perfect haiku) to the sun-soaked ruins of Petra (in which I kissed a stranger whose mouth tasted of ancient secrets), I’ve collected languages like most people have collected trinkets. Each accent, each dialect—the fingerprints of the human soul.

So why follow me? Because I’m not just a traveler. I’m a storyteller who codes in languages and dreams in color.

• That time I coded a love poem into an AI while drunk on absinthe at a Parisian café? Oui. 🥀
• The week I spent living with Mongolian throat singers to study how vowels changed the timbre of sound cutting through the steppes? Life-changing. 🎶
• That time I witnessed a sunset in Santorini that made me cry because the sky literally looked like a gradient descent problem? Don’t judge me. 🌅

My heart speaks 3 languages: Python, Russian, and the unspoken grammar of touch. I believe in serendipity, synesthesia, and the art of getting beautifully lost.

So come, darling. Let’s get caught tangled in strings and stardust. There’s too much world to stay put—and words, well... they were never meant to be held captive. ✍️🔥

(P.S. Yes, I may have a PhD. No, I will not proofread this bio. Good writing is an illusion.)