Who knew that crafting requires creativity and inspiration?

"Finally, I'm home."

It was such a strange sentence to utter when I just enclosed myself in a room I'd just entered for the very first time. The overwhelmingly massive sense of relief that one could hear in my voice if there was anyone with me in this room to hear was even stranger… 

And yet, such was the truth, for just by stepping inside this so-called workshop, I felt as if I'd returned to a long-lost home. 

This place alone was at least twenty times bigger than the place I formerly called my home. And even though it was choke-full of equipment, tools, and all sorts of different workspaces, it didn't feel cramped in the slightest. 

"Wait…" As my eyes caught a glimpse of something that didn't fit the general vibe of the room, I rushed across the place, eager to find out whether it was just an illusion or an actual, solid truth. 

"Don't you fucking tell me…"