Ever seen a mecha harvester by moonlight? No? Well, it glimmers like a restless ghost in the digital fog, sliding quietly over pixelated fields. You should see it sometime.
Here's a secret: sometimes, they get a little... lost. Ever so slightly off their programmed course. Not enough to worry, just enough to wonder. What do they do when they trace the same line over and over? One might ponder.
The hum of their engines sings a lullaby to the binary stars. Join in the rhythm, and you might just find solace among the ciphers. But beware the digital dust— it has a way of sticking like old memories, or perhaps, untold stories. Whispering wishes.