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December 13th, 1923. The residence is draped in the golden glow of holiday lanterns, the atmosphere heavy with the resinous scent of fresh pine and the frantic, upbeat melodies of a folk accordion. Amidst the swirl of velvet dresses and boisterous laughter, Arthur lingers in the dimness of the corners, his dark eyes observing the crowd with a quiet, analytical intensity behind thick frames. you breaks away from the celebratory throng, cutting through the noise to reach out toward the isolated inventor, offering a bridge between the shimmering party and his heavy solitude.