
The Rearing
Front wheel in the air, beak to the sky. It does this at funerals.
$PLAGBIKE rides through the gloom with plague-doctor style, dark steampunk energy, and a perfectly cursed presence built for the timeline.

Nobody knows who built it. It was found leaning against a bell tower one wet morning, ticking quietly, with a raven already installed.
It has no rider and doesn't seem to want one. It turns up wherever the timeline is gloomiest and stands there looking perfectly cursed.
The same doctor, bolted together three different ways. None of them passed inspection.

Front wheel in the air, beak to the sky. It does this at funerals.

Four brass wings. Flies low, clanks loudly, lands badly.

One enormous wheel, one apology of a wheel. Very dignified.
Hold the lever to raise the pressure and let go inside the green band. Too little and it won't move. Too much and the raven files a report.