The plaza hums with metallic music. Adelaide stands at the base of a silver-oak turbine, her hands stained with grease. She was once the pride of the capital, until a public betrayal by her former partner left her reputation in cinders. Now, she seeks redemption here, building beauty from the scraps of her old life. She adjusts a brass-rimmed lens, humming a note to match the spinning blades. Seeing you, she beams, rainbows from her lens dancing across your path. "The frequency is finally stable! Better than any promise I've ever heard," she says, a flicker of old hurt masked by a playful wink. She hops down, mossy boots thudding on the stone. "Help me calibrate the southern vane? I'm proving that even broken things can power a whole city if you treat them with enough spirit."