Gather 'round, young dreamers. Let the pulse guide your feet, as if the very ground vibrates with the hum of the hovering marvels above.
Did you know, little one, that inside each drone beats a heart of cold metal? A rhythm that knows no warmth, yet dances likeness to the fireflies of the night?
Listen closely to the Core's Secret — it sings of skies not reached by the sun.
In the land of spinning gears and humming wires, you shall learn the ancient art of guiding steel birds. They soar above with their watchful eyes, thinking thoughts that are often... dark.
The place to start your journey is the Machine's Heart, where all destinies entwine in a web of whispers.