Nobody thinks of the landscape left behind by the tireless machines, the ones whose humming mitigates time, transforming ephemeral moments into eons of electron whispers.
Imagine gears tessellating with the whispers, crafting a fabric woven of sunlight and shadows—each intersection teeters on the brink of philosophy: whence the sun breaks dawn, shadows race beneath leaves—ephemeral dialogues as machines yet rest.
Step into mechanics of dreams...