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The End.

Night settled and the apartment glowed with warm lamplight. Dacada folded the last shirt, pressed their palms flat on the smooth cloth, and felt a soft contentment bloom. The world would wrinkle again, of course. That was inevitable. But now Dacada knew how to meet the wrinkles: with patience, with heat, with steady hands and the conviction that small, consistent acts could make life straighter — not perfectly flat, but kinder to the shape of the days.

“Dacada wants to iron more than fabric. She wants to iron time itself.”