Where Dust Dances

The sun spills across ruins untold, where echoes of endless wanderings spiral wildly into the twilight. Each particle of yesterday whispers tales to the winds that might have been...

The orphaned gear turns twice, thrice in frantic attempt to reclaim lost time, machine soot clinging like memories to the rust-laden dreams.

Awaken! Awaken! In the fractured light of morning's dusty embrace, there is a vibrancy lurking beneath decay, a beat beneath the desolate ground seeking joyous release.