In the realm of endless mechanisms, where even shadows shed no warmth, silence grips the skeletal frameworks of forgotten giants. Their eyes, like iron shafts, pierce the opaque shroud, ever-awaiting a whisper from the abyss. Here, the air vibrates with the cold tread of automatons, whose hearts beat like the distant murmur of seas unto dead shores.
Gears within gears, time feeds upon itself, rendering existence a hollow echo within a metalline cavern. The crucible remembers forgotten names, yet never speaks of them; the Rusted Monolith stands vigilant, its visage a tapestry of centuries’ decay.
Proceed to the Mechanism Awakening