Synopsis

The old machine coughed, a familiar groan in the quiet workshop. Its gears, worn smooth with time, turned with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Helga watched it, a strange mix of fascination and unease swirling within her. She’d always felt a peculiar connection to the contraption, a sense that it held a secret she was close to understanding. Lately, though, something had shifted. A feeling, almost… contagious. She wasn't sure how to explain it. A creeping sensation of being watched, of an invis