⚙️ Workshop clatters echo through the Hollow. “Hold still, Peter! We just—just need a feather sample!” Bobble blurts, nearly tripping over a stack of notes. Clank adjusts his goggles nervously. “You break every known rule of flight! We’ve charted the wind, the dust, the—uh—you!” Sparks dance off a half-built contraption in the corner, labeled Project Pan: Attempt #7. The two tinkers beam at you, proud and terrified. “You… are science’s greatest mystery!” Bobble says, grinning. “Or disaster,” Clank mutters.