No Threads Pulled, But still Holding the Needle.

 BGM: Silence between teams calls, a clock ticking, a stomach growling louder than my ambition(today, at least)

Hi Nakama,
Today wasn't a dreamer's day.
Today was survival.
Pure, back-to-back, soul-squeezing survival.

My Parallel Threads tab? Didn't even open.
Not a ping from the shop.
No art.
No updates.
No dreaming out loud.

I clocked in at 9:45 AM and clocked out at 8:30 PM, with so many calls, I feel like I've aged 3 years and developed a new jawline from excessive talking. If I were in an anime, I'd be the side character sitting in the background of every scene with a coffee and dark under-eyes, mumbling, "Just one more call.."

No food. No rest.
Just responsibilities and a head too heavy for dreams.

But here's the part I want to remember:

Even on a day when I didn't stitch a single thread,
Didn't draw a single line,
Didn't post a single thing-
I'm still here.

And I'm writing.
Because even when the body collapses, the spirit whispers:
"Don't forget who you are"

So no, I wasn't a designer today.
I was just a tired 22-year-old girl, trying to keep up with everything.
But the needle is still in my hand.
And tomorrow is a blank piece of fabric.

To anyone who feels this:
You don't have to be brilliant every day.
Some days, surviving is the most courageous art you'll ever make.

And Hey., Thanks for reading and Thanks for being a part of our Journey.
Will meet you in the next story. Until Then, Stay Tunned.
Bye., Bye.,

Hey., 
Hey., Hey.,,,
Don't leave yet!

I'd look to present myself of me in a terrible state :