Trust Fully
The town of Steam Haven rose from the fog like a cathedral of brass, its spires coughing smoke into a copper-stained sky as gears turned and pistons sighed beneath the streets. Here, the air smelled of coal and ambition, and every ticking clock carried the promise of invention. Iron bridges arched over slow-flowing canals, automatons clanked through crowded alleys, and the constant hum of machinery was as familiar as a heartbeat. High in the sky, wooden galleon ships, suspended below their envelopes by thick steel cables, chugged effortlessly, leaving a trail of steam from their boilers. Amara sat at her workbench listening to the sound of the workshop as it breathed. P istons sighed, flywheels murmured, and copper pipes carried warmth through the brick walls like veins. The steam release valves released the extra steam like great sighs from a content giant. In the depths of the workshop , however , discontent crept into t he boiler in...