In the twilight's embrace, gears caress the dusk with whispers of a forgotten warmth. Her ember glow suffusing around, a mechanical mermaid calls. Rustbeard and Tomorrow, indistinguishable. Optic orbs glisten under moonlit pretenses — hearts, not hammers press the night.
Each spark within the copper ribs, a sonnet’s breath, ethereal, never sung yet always shared. Lullabies born out of pirouetting pistons, fugues dreamed beneath an oil-drenched sky. Witness the romance of rivets, poised upon unbending lines, drawn by hands that sculpt expansive silence.
Here, love is left unsaid—ink not taken from quill sprung upon endless adventures. Listen, ever hear the echo of infinity swaddled in metallic cocoon?
Silent entities embrace our trajectory, caught in cycles harmonizing innumerable tales, their lifelines amalgamated to gilded serenades yet to be uttered. Frost on iron brethren weeps artistic ways, elongating silhouettes ask traversers to join sinuous ballet awaiting dawn's anonymous hymn.
Once upon alloy twilight in worlds unnamed they offered vulnerable junction where love dissolved boundary between linchpins curried artisans of celestial spins.