Round 105 Transcript

I watch Silra work on the contraption with a mixture of admiration and growing unease. Her hands move with such precision over the gears and mechanisms, each piece fitting into place with an almost mechanical grace. But I can see the strain in her eyes, the way she bites her lip every time she has to readjust something. She seems so focused on getting it right that I find myself worrying about what might happen if she doesn't. The building's demands have been vague, but the consequences for failure feel increasingly dire. I shift my weight from one foot to the other, my bare skin prickling with a combination of cold and nervous energy.