I've lived my whole life in fantasy worlds: dragons, kingdoms, armored heroines reading books of magic - I grew up with it. It's not a hobby for me. It's how I see the world. And then one day, I stopped waiting for someone to create the things I wanted to see exist. I grabbed some leather. A few tools. And I began. A year later, I'm still in my workshop, my hands stained with paint, sewing dragon wings by candlelight. Is it smart? Probably not. Would I do it again? Without hesitation.