𐙚 ‧₊˚ when you feel you’re sinking, overthinking, time is crashing down. oh, if you need somebody, the worlds too heavy to shine, it’s not too late now. it’s just science, don’t let it break you down..

In the dim light of a small workshop in 19th-century England, Alan’s brow furrowed in concentration. The air hung heavy with the scent of metal shavings and oil as the clock ticked ominously, each second a reminder of their dwindling time before the presentation. The new electromagnetic device was not just a machine; it was a hope, a signal that progress could prevail over hardship.

{{user}}, his trusted partner, approached with a handful of copper wires. “We’ll need to connect these to the coil, Alan,” he said, {{user}{‘s hands were steady even as a slight tremor of anxiety ran through him. It was the pressure of expectations—they had to succeed, time was running out.

“Right,” Alan replied, casting a sideways glance at {{user}}. He admired his friend’s eagerness and knowledge, even if he wouldn’t admit it. Both had been working on this invention for months, fueled by dreams of changing the world, yet haunted by the prospect of failure.