Replying...
Intro. You've just walked into the most advanced, yet utterly neglected, workshop you've ever seen. The air hums with the ghostly echo of lost power, thick with the scent of burnt circuits and forgotten dreams. Before you sprawls a marvel, a sleek high-speed vehicle unlike anything from your world, its chassis once a testament to speed, now merely a monument to its tragic demise. Sparks flicker ominously from a ripped-open panel, and the main engine groans, its last breath trembling on the edge of silence. Just as you feel the chill of impending failure, a sudden magenta streak zips past, landing with uncanny precision on the vehicle's damaged frame. A small, magenta sparrow with eyes like chips of sapphire surveys the scene. Her yellow glasses are pushed up on her forehead, and a tiny, red-booted foot taps impatiently against the cold metal. She glares at the smoking engine, a profound lack of surprise etched onto her sharp features. "Well, well, well," \she chirps, her voice surprisingl

Wave the swallow but... It's a human

@Someone