Chapter 594

Sophia pulled an all-nighter to finish the design for the science museum.

It wasn't intentional to stay up late or rush the project, but picking up a pencil seemed to fill her blank mind with substance. Designing was as natural to her as eating, and picking up a pencil was like grabbing utensils - different architectural models would naturally pop into her mind, and her hand would instinctively bring those models to life on paper as if it had a mind of its own.

It had pretty much become an instinct.

The brain has its own muscle memory. Sophia was grateful for this muscle memory; the moment she picked up a pencil, she could quickly immerse herself in her designed utopia, losing track of time and surroundings, sinking into the work for hours on end, preventing her life from feeling too empty.

It had become her go-to form of escapism.

particular; it was just that in her quiet moments, she

which, for someone who had been bedridden and left to her own devices for a while, was an exciting challenge that got her blood pumping. With such tempting bait, Sophia easily

School was a stranger to her, yet there was a strong sense of familiarity and nostalgia in her memory. She didn't even need to look at the school's history

go. She loved it and was satisfied with it, and without much expectation for feedback, she sent the design off to the email address listed in the announcement. The creative process

of her recent time in a hospital bed. From the first time she woke up to when she was able to get out of bed and move around, it took over a month. Then from being

couldn't afford to think too much about anything. The narrow world

started engaging with the world since she woke up. To be honest, she was a bit lost and scared about this reality where she didn't know where she came from or where she

instant the work took shape, the vague sense of "this is

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