Echo of Mechanics

In the assembly of the night, when the gears of silence engage, a symphony of shadows plays upon the steel horizon. The echo resonates, a hollow imprint of an unspoken philosophy.

The mechanical wind whispers secrets of bygone dreams,
its voice a cascade through the conduits of time.
Reflection upon reflection, an echo without origin,
the resonance of forgotten truths.

Does the engine of thought grind slower upon the rust of empathy? Does it matter?

Whisper in the Cogs Metallic Silence