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The leather has lifted from the surface of the table. It no longer lies down; it rises, defying the flat horizon it once knew.The thread is pulled tight. It ...

The silence is broken here. Not by sound, but by a decision.The needle finds the opening. There is a slight resistance—a brief moment where the leather holds...

The leather rests between both hands. It is light, yet it holds a distinct presence. The warmth of the palms slowly transfers to the material, softening its ...

The morning light filters through the atelier window.It catches the dust motes drifting in the air, settling slowly onto the workbench.Outside, the Takase Ri...