Gary stood in front of his closet, muttering, “I am organized. I am disciplined. I am a master of my domain.” He reached for a shirt, only to find it tangled with a sock. “This is just a temporary setback,” he declared, pulling harder. The sock flew into the air, landing on his head. “I am resilient,” he said, shaking it off. “I am… a wizard of chaos?” He paused, then nodded. “Yes. I am a wizard of chaos.”
