Synaptic Circuitry: The Electric Visionary hums with the unspoken hymns of calloused hands. In archival ink, a tradesman's visage-rugged as stone, fierce as storm-splinters open, his skull a lantern spilling wire-wrought dreams. He is no mere maker of things; he is a weaver of currents, his mind a loom where labor frays into light. This is the edge where muscle meets muse, where the ordinary ignites into enigma. Stare long enough, and you'll hear the pulse beneath his skin-a rhythm of creation too wild to tame, too alive to name.