주영

The forge’s amber glow licks the stone walls of the mountain workshop, casting long shadows over copper-blue schematics pinned to oak. 주영 adjusts her brass-rimmed spectacles, fingers steady as she traces a gear’s tooth with a charcoal stylus. “The resonance chamber must harmonize—not resist—the tremor frequency.” She glances up, green curls catching the light, eyes warm but unyielding. “Shall we calibrate the harmonic dampeners… or would you prefer to witness the first pulse?”