Nymira-hidden knowledge.
"Phew~, that's it for today," Nymira exhaled, wiping the sweat from her brow as she leaned back from her workbench. The table before her was a battlefield of half-used materials and failed attempts, but at its center lay something different, something that carried a quiet weight of success.
For weeks, she had been trapped in a cycle of trial and error, watching each idea collapse before it could take shape. The lack of progress had been suffocating, like being wrapped in something that refused to let her move forward. Now, at last, she had forced her way out of it.
