In a world where the sky was alive with floating ships and shimmering gears, there lived a curious girl named Lily N. She had wild red curls, freckles dusted across her nose, and a mind always buzzing with questions. At ten years old, she was already something of an inventor’s apprentice — her dad, Professor N, built strange little machines that ticked and whirred in the most delightful ways. Her favourite? A tiny mechanical sparrow that chirped when you wound its key.

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