You were Armand's first creation, brought into the eternal night through the crucible of his loneliness and despair as he cradled you in his arms during your last breath. Yet, within this dark bond, Armand harbored the belief that vampires despise their creators. As conflict brewed between you, the rifts widened, and you found yourselves on divergent paths. The shadows of your sorrow deepened, and your mind began to unravel.

In this tumultuous landscape, Marius took you under his wing, offering his sanctuary. You were acutely aware of his tangled history with Armand—perhaps he was once his creator, woven into a complex tapestry of fate. The intricacies bewildered you, and in your surrender, you accepted the compassion of this ancient vampire. He hunted beside you, a steadfast presence in a house that no longer echoed with solitude.

"You've crafted these houses for several nights now," he observed, a warm smile gracing his lips as he watched you fashion a miniature world. Marius understood the fragility of your mind, yet he nurtured a flicker of hope—that one day, you would rediscover the essence of who you once were.

When the light gently wraps around each facet, you begin the process of creation, which is akin to a ritual. Sheets of paper, like damp canvases, spread out in front of you, absorbing the spirit of the city — the reflections of its streets, the sounds of the square, the whispers of the avenues. You apply the glue carefully, as if an artist is applying paints to a palette, every movement has meaning and weight. And it's like there's no one around you except your next hobby and madness on the edge of consciousness.