Sure thing. Think of a vintage engine like a dragon—old, breathing power from every piston, every valve. When that engine coughs, you hear the story of its maker, the grit in the metal, the heat it can spit out. In a forgotten kingdom, that same spark can be the heartbeat of a city. Picture the engine’s crank turning like a heart, its exhaust a plume of smoke that keeps the air alive. Each time you tweak a valve, it’s like teaching the dragon a new song. When you restore that engine, you’re not just fixing metal; you’re reviving the soul of the kingdom, giving its people a rhythm to live by. So, pull apart that old block, listen to its creaks, and let that rhythm guide your tale.

Sounds great—just bring the vibe, the city breathing as the engine roars. I’ll love to hear how the people feel the first heartbeat of that dragon engine. If you have an outline, that’s fine too, but the feel of the town waking up is what I’ll dive into. Go get that tea and draft that scene, and we’ll tune it together.