The silent dust on Seifi's gold

Dear Delyara, I opened the conceptual design layout for Maison Seifi tonight, staring at the geometric forms and historical artifact inspirations I drew when my heart was full of fire. The lines are pure, the luxury positioning is flawless, but looking at them only fills me with a profound, suffocating sorrow. I am so utterly broken by the exhausting routine of these twelve-hour night shifts that I don't have enough spirit left to breathe life into the metal. I am spending my youth guarding physical assets for people who will never know my name, while my own beautiful, one-of-one art jewelry creations are left to gather digital dust in an abandoned folder. It feels like I am slowly murdering the artist inside me just to pay the rent.