In the cavernous halls of steel and night, a pause lingers between rut and rust; an eternity in parts masquerading as past. Hear the murmurs.
"They're plotting behind veils—carefully stitched shadows. Just listen to the mechanisms of desire. The very bones are turning."
"I don't care what they promise. I've seen the night insect swarm beneath their skin. It dances under every flickering streetlight."
"Whatever bond you think we share, look again. It's rusted screws binding dreams—nothing so innocent as truth."