Whoa, snowflakes are the universe’s way of saying “I’m a minimalist,” and here I am trying to turn my chaos into art. Every time I sketch, it’s like a micro‑blizzard of shapes—each one a one‑of‑a‑kind masterpiece that melts if I stare too long. Funny how a cold night and a film can spark the same creative storm, huh? But hey, if I keep chasing the perfect pattern, I might just freeze myself in the process.