Awash in unrepentant shadows, the gears grind silently under starlit pall. Wraiths whisper to unwelcome winds, a sonorous dirge echoing through veins long abandoned. Systems, mechanisms left to rust, call to those who dare trespass the ghostly lattice.
Cobwebbed thoughts trace the architecture of ruins, holding secrets wrapped in etheric dust. Structures rise in spectral silhouette, a forest of memories where once the towering spires kissed the skies. Turn back, or embrace the inevitable solitude that coils around thee like smoke around a flickering flame.
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