Camshaft

A sleek, chrome‑capped cam rotates inside a greenhouse of glass, its lobes snapping like ripened tomatoes into place. The scent of sun‑warmed vines mixes with the metallic click‑click of gears, while amber light bounces off polished steel ribs. Each token pulses like a heartbeat of the grow‑room, echoing the rhythm of harvest.

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