Rickysroom 24 09 28 Connie Perignon Ivy Lebelle... -

The room was a strange blend of past and future. Shelves of brass gears, copper coils, and cracked leather journals lined the walls. In the center stood a massive, ornate clock—its face a mosaic of stained glass, its hands made of silver filaments that glowed faintly in the dim light. Above the clock hung a massive, half‑finished map of the city, dotted with symbols that looked like constellations.

Ivy’s eyes widened. “My notes… the prototype…” RickysRoom 24 09 28 Connie Perignon Ivy Lebelle...

At a workbench, hunched over a stack of blueprints, was Ivy Lebelle. Ivy’s hair was tied back with a strip of leather, and her eyes, sharp as a hawk’s, flicked up as soon as she heard the door close. The room was a strange blend of past and future