Two years had passed, and Sivera was now 10 years old while Miyawa was about to turn 12 in a month. Their days were filled with the same delightful routine: collecting mechanical garbage and attempting to build something that would fly. They rummaged through the city's junkyards, excitedly gathering bits and pieces of discarded machinery. Each time they attempted to put the parts together, they failed spectacularly, but their failures were always accompanied by laughter and joy.
One sunny afternoon, they sat in the middle of their makeshift workshop, which was essentially a shaded spot under a large tree. They had just spent hours trying to assemble a contraption from old gears and rusted springs.
"Sivera, pass me that spring," Miyawa said, pointing to a twisted piece of metal.
Sivera handed it over, grinning. "Do you think this one will fly?"
"Of course it will," Miyawa replied confidently, though both of them knew better.
As they worked, a group of neighborhood kids passed by and stopped to watch.
"What are you two doing?" one of the kids asked, eyeing the pile of junk skeptically.
"We're building a flying machine," Sivera declared proudly.
The kids laughed. "A flying machine? With this junk? You guys are crazy!"
Miyawa stuck her tongue out at them. "You'll see. One day, we'll be flying above these walls while you're all stuck down here!"
The kids rolled their eyes and walked away, but Sivera and Miyawa paid them no mind. They were too engrossed in their work. After a few more minutes of tinkering, they stepped back to admire their creation.
"Alright, moment of truth," Sivera said, winding up the makeshift propeller.
He let it go, and the machine buzzed for a second before collapsing into a heap of parts. They both burst into laughter.
"Well, that didn't go as planned," Miyawa said, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes.
"But it was fun," Sivera replied. "And we'll keep trying until we get it right."
Their failures never discouraged them. Instead, they found joy in the process and in each other's company. They spent their days laughing, playing, and dreaming about the skies.
A month later, it was Miyawa's birthday. Sivera was excited as he made his way to her house, carrying his gift wrapped in a piece of old cloth. Her home was bustling with activity, friends and family chatting and laughing as they celebrated.
Sivera approached Miyawa, who was surrounded by a group of giggling friends. He held out his gift, a turbine-like object that his father had thrown away.
"Happy birthday, Miyawa!" he said with a wide smile.
Miyawa took the gift and unwrapped it, revealing the mechanical part. Her friends peered over her shoulder, curious.
"What is it?" one of them asked, puzzled.
"It's a fan," Sivera said proudly. "I thought we could use it for our flying machine."
The group of friends burst into laughter, much to Sivera's annoyance.
"A fan? Really, Sivera?" one of the boys teased. "That's the best you could come up with?"
Sivera's face turned red, but before he could say anything, Miyawa stepped in.
"I love it!" she said, smiling at Sivera. "It's perfect. This could be exactly what we need to take our machine to the next level."
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