Inside a small, cluttered hut on the outskirts of the High Human Kingdom, James hunched over his workbench, lost in the intricate process of tinkering with his latest invention. It was a simple idea on paper: a self-propelling wheeled gadget designed to help him collect herbs from the woods more efficiently. But each turn of a screw, each click of a gear, felt like an endless puzzle with every solution leading to another problem.
"Come on… just fit," James muttered to himself as he tried to align a stubborn cog into place. His hands were nimble, each finger stained with a faint sheen of oil and magic residue from hours spent in the workshop. He pressed harder, biting his lip in concentration, only for the gadget to sputter and whirr with a cough, the small wheels jittering before halting in a disappointing huff of smoke.
