Clank, rasp, wheeze... the gears tell tales better left unspoken.
Your guide: spectral and mute, flickers only.
In the long corridors where shadows crawl like mist shroud upon hollow skin, the heart* of bronze lies.
It pulses steadily, eerily... a rhythm dissipating with each phantom footstep you take. The ambient light dances like aged memory before it fades.
You wander, finding the architectural labyrinth filled with the chill of untraveled dreams. Cobweb veils clothe the forgotten,
carving echoes of time into steel. Voices forgotten in this hollow cradle of mechanized lament hear you breathe,
and turn; you wince under their gaze, burning with endless questions, unknowing answers.
Is that a door you see? Or merely an illusion, whispered truths in the mechanical fog awaiting your reliance? Dare you step
into this void only to find another at its heart?[like amateur ventilation versus] reality... indifferently indifferent.
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Everfixt)
They move, you see, consciousness stitched between invisible arcs; whose turning drags time with it into the well of consciousness,
swirling ripples abound. Stars align above this accidental covenant, silently mourning, awaiting your next whisper.