Life was supposed to be about clean lines, perfect stitches, and the flawless presentation of a world I'd built with my own hands. But that was before I spilled coffee on a stranger and discovered that maybe, just maybe, perfection wasn't what I needed. Callum-an artist who finds beauty in chaos-opened a door I didn't know existed, pulling me into a world where creativity is raw, unfiltered, and unapologetic. Now, between the threads of old memories and the vibrant colors of new possibilities, I'm learning that life's most beautiful moments can't be curated. They have to be lived-messy, spontaneous, and full of unexpected connections. But as the lines between creation and self-discovery blur, I wonder: Can I truly let go and trust that the imperfections will lead me to something real?