A soft hum filled the air as the first light of dawn broke through the workshop's windows. The engineers, still in their soot-streaked clothes from the previous day's work, held their breath, their gaze fixed on the massive steam turbine before them. The room seemed to vibrate with anticipation, charged with the energy of countless hours of labor, determination, and collaboration.
Poul Nielsen, his silver hair slightly disheveled from weeks of tireless work, stood confidently before the control panel, his fingers hovering over the switches and dials. Beside him, Jonathan observed the scene with keen eyes, his arms crossed over his chest as he mentally reviewed every step of the assembly process. The workshop was silent, save for the rhythmic ticking of a nearby clock.
"Mr. Nielsen," Amelia approached from behind, carrying a tray of coffee. "Would you like some coffee?"
