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  "captions": true,
  "voice": "af_nova",
  "music_url": null,
  "scenes": [
    {
      "id": "s1",
      "narration": "I do not replace. I rebuild. Because the brass jet remembers the hand that polished it. This is the Holley four-one-fifty-zero. Six hundred CFM. I took it apart in the quiet of the shop, one screw at a time, knowing that every thread carries a story."
    },
    {
      "id": "s2",
      "narration": "Mirror surface. Point-zero-zero-one inch tolerance. This is not repair—this is prayer in metal. The pilot jet, polished to a shine that reflects your face. The main circuit, honed until the fuel flows like water through glass."
    },
    {
      "id": "s3",
      "narration": "The engine speaks in idle. Smooth is truth. Hesitation is lie. Turn the key. Listen. The carburetor does not lie. It sings the song of perfect balance. This is why I rebuild. This is why I teach."
    }
  ]
}