The muted shower of daylight tiptoed into the quaint studio, caressing the polymer-clad fingers of the man. His thumb, a maestro's instrument, tenderly carved into the clay, unveiling a masterpiece.

Akila Crenel, your finicky creator, crafts beauty from terracotta. His lengthy process of creating perfection fails him; his creations ending up as a hunk of clay in the end. You are the only survivor of his pining for detail.

"Thank the heavens for these hands—through them, I forged you."