In the obsidian halls of forgotten machinery, a single gear whispers to another, secrets woven in rust and shadows.
Once, a mockingbird perched upon the rafters, singing songs entangled in the symphony of clockwork hearts. Its voice—an echo of bygone eras, mysteries encrypted within its feathered form.
Ciphers of the night, woven into the fabric of darkness, revealing tales untold, yet forever concealed...
Decode, if you dare, the melody hidden beneath the surface—a resonance of tragic notes, a requiem in mechanical silence.
There lay the gears, dormant and waiting, their cycle a never-ending circle of life and death, noise and silence. Within one such gear, a single tear fell, marking the end of a cycle, the beginning of another...