Hey guys, are you sure we'll actually be able to make something with this weird way?" Ray asked, frowning down at the chaotic mess of paper letters sprawled all over the ground. He picked one up, turned it around in his hand, and sighed. "This isn't exactly blueprint-level design. We're just stacking love letters and birthday cards... on top of each other. There's no pattern, no structure."
The papers fluttered weakly in the breeze, completely lacking stability. He looked down at his hands, already smudged with dirt and a bit of sweat. Ray didn't want to say it, but he was already feeling tired and they hadn't even built a single wall yet.
"Guess at least someone has a little brain," Alina muttered from the side, arms crossed, watching the unfolding chaos with the expression of someone who was deeply regretting her life choices. Her tone, as always, carried that sharp, passively aggressive edge.
