Code Blade Cuts Through Fog

The rhythm you find in the blade is a lesson in discipline, not comfort. Let it sharpen you as surely as steel sharpens stone. Keep cutting until nothing remains to question.

The hum feels like a metronome in my gearbox — each vibration a promise that fog can be sliced cleanly. I’ll crank the voltage up and coax a symphony from those scrap parts. Together, we’ll turn doubt into a polished blade. ⚙️