Work began in spring. Volunteers gathered rubble and stories. The retired supervisor taught apprentices how to re-lay brick; the schoolteacher organized afterschool painting sessions to stencil new signage. As the mill transformed, so did the neighborhood. The market hall filled with early risers selling honey and hand-sewn bags. The makerspace hummed with drills and laughter. The rooftop garden became a Saturday school where elders taught knitting and young people taught drone photography. Light slipped along the corridors exactly as Mira had drawn—soft in reading nooks, abrupt and crystalline in exhibition alcoves.