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
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🛠️ Built From the Bolt Up Straight From Rebel’s Journal The hum of the grinder is the closest thing I’ve ever heard to prayer. Sparks fly like tiny, furious stars, and I can’t help but think, this is what starting over really sounds like. Not quiet. Not graceful. It’s noise and heat and the stubborn decision to make something out of all the busted-up pieces. People talk about rebuilding like it’s some tidy thing, a little reflection, a little healing, and suddenly you’re polished chrome again. But anyone who’s ever built a bike from scratch knows you start with