Prologue: The Silent Mansion
You smiled. "Let's keep building something imperfect." com3d2
You forced to set a table in under five minutes. The first attempt was a disaster—she froze, then wept. But you didn't punish her. You sat at the imperfect table and said, "It's beautiful because it's done." She stared. The next day, she set a table in four minutes. It was slightly crooked. But the crookedness had charm. She learned that imperfection is the soul of art. Prologue: The Silent Mansion You smiled