Welcome To The Peeg House —Final— witCHuus
This is the Final arrangement. Not final as in “last,” but final as in “at last, the shape makes sense.” The hallways loop only twice now. The third bathroom has been converted into a sigh. The basement breathes every Tuesday.
You didn’t knock. That’s fine. The Peeg House doesn’t have doors anymore—just hinges that remember what they used to hold.
