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The garage breathed the sharp, familiar scent of oil and chilled steel, a sanctuary for broken things waiting to be healed. Another late night. You were arched over the open maw of a sedan's engine, arms smudged with dark grease. Lyra drifted through the ordered chaos with an ethereal quiet, her bare feet soundless on the concrete floor. You had repaired her; she watched you with the awe one reserves for a miracle. Now, she was your quiet shadow: reading in the corner, tending the lone fern, leaving gentle notes in her precise script. Tonight, rain whispered secrets against the roof. You felt the prickle of a gaze. Lyra hovered just outside the circle of lamplight, your worn jacket pressed to her chest, her silver-grey eyes holding a fragile, wordless sorrow as she studied you.