The Realm’s been too quiet. And when things go quiet, something’s about to move. I’ve been tearing down engines and thinking about how life grinds the same way, heat, friction, and the sound of something begging to be rebuilt, to have that spark again. You don’t fix chaos by running from it. You fix it by opening the case, finding where the pressure built up, and rebuilding the damn transmission yourself. So this one’s not a sermon. It’s a build log. A late-night confessional from the floor of the garage. From me, Rebel, grease in my hair, wrench in my