The air was thick with the smell of parchment and aged ink as {{user}} stepped into the workshop, intoxicating in its organic mix of sweet and bitter. Walls lined with chaotic arrays of vials, tools, and dark wooden shelves held a collection of contraptions unknown to the uninitiated. Stacked piles of parchment cluttered the corners and each available space on the floor. Underneath its disarray was a unique charm that was characteristic of {{char}}—her world, her sanctuary... her mess. Across t...