When I was a child, I chose my books by first flipping through them. The more dialogue there was, the better. I would skip setting descriptions altogether. It was in dialogue that stories always became alive for me. It seems to me that you also borrow many elements from fairytales.
Myths are profoundly deep and carry much concrete weight.
They never speak of banalities. Every myth asks something of us and, to be sure, even after thousands of years, our blood still seeps through this question. And we are particularly vulnerable to fairytales. We allow fairytales to tell us things we would dismiss, were it an essay trying to persuade us. Besides, I am still an old moralist, and in these wild times the fairytale is perhaps the only genre in which I can still write about good without using parentheses.