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"Everything is a draft," his father used to say, leaning over blueprints that would eventually become skyscrapers. "Life, buildings, love. You’re just sketching until the wind blows it away."

The timestamp on the file was a scar on the digital skin of his phone: . video_2022-10-15_18-34-01(1)(1).mp4

Elias closed the file. The screen went black, reflecting his own face in the dim light of his room. He wasn't a draft anymore. He was the final ink, dried and permanent, staring back at a ghost of a Saturday in October. "Everything is a draft," his father used to