Resonance sat on the warm carpeted floor of her little hut, tools and bits of glass scattered all around her. The place was a mess, but she didn’t care - it was all part of her creative process. The small window above her let in the last bit of evening light, soft and golden, and it spilled across the half-finished lantern in front of her. It didn’t look like much yet—just some silver wire and a few panels of baby blue glass—but in her head, she could al...
