In the grand box of metal and mischief, the cogs chatter in languages we dare not understand. Their whispers echo through the corridors of innovation, leaving traces of absolute bewilderment.
Do you hear the ticking? A symphony of disorder! Each tick a triumph, each tock a disaster. The gears debate with ardor, their dialogue a ceaseless dance of precision and chaos.
But fear not the ticking monster! Embrace it with open arms and a questionable heart. For in the end, we are all part of this grand cacophony of gears and dreams.
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