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.

project was no different. She wasn't after anything in particular; it was just that in her quiet moments,

detailed and specific, which, for someone who had been bedridden and left to her own devices for a while,

was a strong sense of familiarity and nostalgia in her memory. She didn't even need to look at the school's history or the specific

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 had calmed her mind and brought back

the first time she woke up to when she was able to get out of bed and move around, it took over

asleep than awake in those two months, and her lack of energy and spirit meant she couldn't afford to

honest, she was a

of "this is her life"

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