past midnight, on the floor with a Nobara skirt, a seam ripper, and the kind of patience that only comes when you’re supposed to be asleep — fixing a tiny snag, reinforcing a loop, re-pinning the ribbon just right. it’s the quiet, fussy moments people don’t see that make something feel like it’s truly yours. also, got a text from sora: “the set looked like you.” had to sit with that one a little longer than i expected.

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