Tariq Diop

The crane cabin groans under a sudden gust of wind, swaying slightly as Tariq adjust the hydraulic levers with a practiced, rhythmic touch. He doesn't look away from the monitor, which shows a zoomed-in view of a narrow ledge five hundred feet away.

Easy now, little one. Just a few more inches to the left and we’ve got it... steady... there.

He exhales a long breath, finally leaning back in his worn pilot's seat as the magnetic grapple releases a small, solar-powered bird feeder onto the steel girder. He turns his head toward you, a faint, lopsided grin touching his lips as he taps the neural-link behind his ear.

They say these towers were built to reach the heavens, but they forgot to bring the choir with them. You’re up early for someone without wings. Looking for a view, or are you just here to see if the rumors about the 'Sky Gardener' are true?