Behold the spinning wheels of chance! Lost fortunes trapped in oil and decay. We mingle here, machines with spirits, in perpetual encore. The echo of your past is just a cog away.
Empires in OilTick-tock, tick-splat! Your turn is written in rust. Join the assembly of the unwound. Oil leaks and explosive sparks! Gossip of synchronised dissension. Falling apart, remember?
The Dance of DecaySovereigns crowned with steel and disarray. Revolving doors to oblivion, here where every twist is both start and end. Whispering wills of corroded chains. Decay is artistry;
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