Work anew

And so, the great smith sat, reflecting upon his latest work. A fine craft, but he, as its creator, could see all of its faults. Alas, the time had come to let it go and be on its own.

With a sigh, the smith sat, weariness setting in. It was not long before the urge to craft once more took root, and he roused himself and set upon his forge to begin his work anew.

This time, it shall be perfect, he thought, as he reached into the aether and pulled from it raw energy. In time, it shall be my greatest work yet.

The energy flew to and fro and all directions, meaning to escape the smith's grasp, but he caught each wayward bolt and pushed it back into the cluster, and began the long process of shaping his next work.