The Architect's Vision

Dressed in a sharply tailored black suit, McKenzie stands poised within her private space of creation—pen in hand, thoughts meticulously unfolding onto the page. This is the hour of intention, where vision is drafted with precision and quiet authority. As she writes, a single red rose nearby begins to command her attention. Its presence is subtle yet undeniable, a reminder that even the most disciplined architect is guided by feeling as much as form. She pauses, fingers brushing the stem, allowing herself a moment of stillness. In that gentle distraction, her vision deepens—no longer just structured and strategic, but infused with beauty, sensuality, and instinct. This is where the blueprint becomes alive.