In the shadowy corners of the megastructure, where luminescence fails to take root, the architects of oblivion whisper sweet nothings to machines that hum forever on the precipice of ruin.
Solutions™ are etched in neon script across silicon skies, but alas, the horizon smiles back with an empty gaze."
untold_revolutions.html"Forward"
— A directive written on the walls of a corridor with no end but a beginning eternally deferred.