VioletIt was time to prove that yesterday's rest had fixed whatever was wrong with me.I picked up my digital pen and touched it to the tablet.And my hand obeyed me.Relief flooded through me as I sketched out a concept for a bracelet, then another for a pendant. They were all normal designs, beautiful but unremarkable, exactly what I should be creating.There were no wolves, thorns or compulsive repetition or loss of control.I'd been right. It had just been stress and exhaustion. Nothing supernatural or strange, just my brain and body telling me I needed rest.I worked through the morning with growing confidence, creating design after design, each one coming easily and naturally. This was what I was good at, what I was meant to do.By lunch, I had a small collection of concepts ready to present to the team. I felt productive and competent and almost happy.Maybe everything really would be okay.Maybe, just maybe, I could get my life back under control.The afternoon passed in a si
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