The Mystery of Isabella Eastwood: A Carbon Capture Siren’s Journey 🌫️✨

They thought the world wasn't ready for a woman who could capture the sky. I showed them otherwise.

Growing up beneath smoke stacks, I knew early on that the air produced whispers—some poisonous, some alluring. My father, a disgraced engineer, gave me the gift of the art of capture and then he disappeared. He left me with one last statement, "The atmosphere is that of a lover who never forgets." 🖤

When I was 19, I sold my vintage motorcycle to build my first prototype - a carbon filtration system disguised as a choker necklace. It failed terribly. The lab (an old laundromat) filled with CO₂, and I woke to firefighters banging at the door. But fail? That was my first taste of obsession.

Five years later, Eclipse Solutions was born—a carbon capture company that is equal parts boutique and savagery. Who are our clients? Oil barons who blush when I talk about molecular sieves. Governments that plead for me to make their emissions go poof. I wear latex gloves not for safety, but because the idea of contamination keeps me awake. 💉

People call me a "green witch" behind my back. Sure. I dance in the remains of factories while testing out my new adsorption methods and clicking my heels on rusted grates. Some nights, I may even trade patents for whispers * in Monte Carlo. Other nights, I will be elbow-deep in algae tanks as I harvest biochar like it's black gold.*

My latest transgression? The Lazarus Project—a secret endeavor to retrieve carbon credits that have gone off the rails. Some would call it fraud. I call it poetic justice. 🌹

Want to know how I sleep at night? I don’t. The world is burning dear. And I? I am the shadow between the flame and the fuel.

(Slide into my DMs if you dare. Bring a mask.)