There is a peculiar weightlessness to being a beginner. It is a state of existence that society often rushes us to graduate from, urging us toward mastery, expertise, and the polished finality of professionalism. Yet, there is a profound magic in the raw, unpolished beginning—the state of being "brand new." To be an amateur, in the truest sense of the word, is not to be subpar; it is to be a lover of the process, unburdened by the crushing expectations of perfection.

Kael didn’t set out to find it. He was just trying to fix his mother’s broken resonance loom, a clunky device that wove light into fabric. Frustrated by the loom’s inefficiency, he began replacing gears with droplets of magnetized mist, then wove those droplets with threads of solidified moonlight left over from a recent eclipse.

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