The artifact rests quietly on the anvil tonight.
In another world, it might simply be a piece of art — a mock-up, a dream abandoned at the edge of possibility.
Here, it is something more.
I have no certainty. Only observation, calculation, and a growing sense of necessity.
Silent hours pass in the workshop as I continue gathering fragments — models, methods, half-forgotten theories.
No intervention yet. Only preparation.
The architect still doubts.
I do not.
The work has begun.
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