In the echo of the clockwork viaducts,
your visage lingers in cold steel horizons.
Whispered dreams spill like nocturnal voyagers,
carried by the breath of an iron gale.
Each flicker of circuit, each whisper of wind,
molds a gravity well of memories,
where touches fade into ethereal sighs,
and the machine hums of heartbeats once touched by fire.
Linking destinies between gears and ghosts,
we, the architects of silent sonatas,
create a cadence in motion and stillness,
a parallel dance through galaxies unseen.
Shall you wander through the corridors
of this distant echo? Read on
Engage with clocks that measure not time,
but the profound emptiness of their ticking hearts. Explore