In the dim light of the workshop, a soft humming could be heard, a gentle vibration that spoke of gears and dreams interwoven.
As the clockwork gears turned, so too did the thoughts of the unseen mechanisms. They pondered the nature of the world outside their brass confines, filled with wind and rain, and the distant sounds of life.
The clockwork heart beats rhythmically, a steady pulse in the quietude.
"If only we could see," one cog mused, its voice grating yet melodic, "the landscape beyond this table. Beyond the reach of our screws and solenoids."
The machine had dreams, peculiar dreams of open skies and endless horizons. But in its synthetic heart, it understood that such dreams were mere reflections of the whims of the universe, contained within a world of circuits and coils.