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Once upon a time, in a quiet attic dusted with forgotten memories, an old woman named Elara decided to build a matchstick model of the cathedral where she had once been married. Her hands, gnarled like ancient tree roots, sorted through a box of red-tipped sticks. Each one was a tiny timber from her past.

A neighbour, smelling smoke, burst through the door. “Are you alright? Your model!” matchstick model

“Oh, it’s fine,” Elara said softly, gesturing to the blackened skeleton still holding its shape. “You see, a matchstick model is the only building that looks even more beautiful after a fire. It finally became what it was always meant to be: a story told twice—once in glue, once in light.” Once upon a time, in a quiet attic