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Binder Entry: Nikola Tesla

Date: July 10, 1891

Event: Experimenting with Wireless Electricity  

The Visionary Awakens

Today, the laboratory hums with an almost celestial anticipation, a rhythm that seems to align with the very pulse of my dreams. July’s heat has made the air thick, yet it is charged—not with stifling warmth but with possibility. The apparatus before me, a lattice of copper coils and finely tuned oscillators, gleams under the dim light of my workspace. Each spark, each crackle of energy leaping from one end of the room to the other, whispers promises of a world transformed.
This day marks the culmination of sleepless nights and fevered imaginings. In these moments, I stand not as a mere inventor, but as a humble conduit for forces greater than myself. Could it be possible to free mankind from the tyranny of wires? To weave energy through the ether itself, an invisible current binding continents and souls alike? 

The Experiment Unfolds

The hour of demonstration has arrived. I stand poised before my induction coil, its magnetic hum a lullaby of potential. A flick of the switch, and the laboratory erupts into an electric storm. Bolts leap through the air like living creatures, a dazzling dance of light and sound. The lamp across the room flickers to life—not tethered to wires but ignited by the sheer will of the field I have created.
I feel a surge of exhilaration, a communion with forces unseen. It is as though the very fabric of existence has yielded to a greater harmony. I close my eyes and see it—a future illuminated by the touch of invisible hands, cities alight without a single tether, energy as free as the wind itself.

A Moment of Reflection

The world will resist, of course. They will call me mad, a dreamer whose feet refuse the ground. But in this moment, I am undeterred. I am reminded of the lightning storms of my youth, when I would marvel at nature’s untamed power and wonder if such magnificence could ever be harnessed for the betterment of humanity. Today, I have captured a fragment of that tempest, taming it not for dominion, but for liberation.
I scribble a quick note into my journal, the ink smudging slightly under the urgency of my hand:

"Energy, boundless and free, shall unite mankind. Distance shall be conquered, and light shall find its way into every corner of the earth."  
Tomorrow will bring new challenges, no doubt, but for tonight, the future is electric, and I am its humble architect.