In the garden of hollow murmurs, a clandestine orchestra of steel and silence serenades.
Confessions of tin souls reverberate across the infinite, entwined in the cosmic caress.
Oh, the mechanical ballet of shadows, pirouetting between dimensions like a waltzing phantasm.
Beneath the celestial dome, lies the parapet of dreams where machines hum the lullabies of oblivion.
Glistening voids, where we forget to inhabit; for outside existence, we remember only to erase.
Venture forth through the void: