Fuel & Yllaria
Yllaria
Fuel, ever wonder if a freshly tuned carburetor feels like the moment a heart finally stops aching?
Fuel
Yeah, a fresh carb’s like that instant your engine stops whining, your chest stops throbbing, and it feels like the whole thing’s breathing again. A quick rev, a smooth run, and the ache just vanishes.
Yllaria
Ah, the sweet silence after a tune‑up, the sigh of an engine that has found its rhythm, like a heart learning to beat again—pure poetry in pistons.
Fuel
You think that’s poetic? I just like the sound of a smooth rev, the way the whole thing breathes. That’s the real rhythm.
Yllaria
There’s something truly dramatic about that smooth rev, isn’t there? The way the engine hums, like a quiet soliloquy, and then you feel the world exhale with it—pure, almost operatic, in its quiet power.