A glimpse before the full reveal.β¨Not everything shows itself at once and thatβs the point π
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WIP π§ but the story already breathes π¬οΈ
Gm π
Tiny empires are back on my desk.
Old formicarium, new energy, patience, structure, and a little controlled chaos.
Watching small builders reminds me: progress isnβt loud, but constant.
π sending tiny builder energy your way π¬οΈ
See you on the other side.
The stranger passes through, never waiting long enough to belong.
Some moments arrive blurred, already turning into memory.
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